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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 4:56 PM | Message # 51 |
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| Ílima’s finally lost a little patience with being subtle, instead yanking her bra downwards over her breasts and pulling it back up to slid underneath her breasts. She adjusted her breasts a little so they sat comfortably in the half-cups before fixing her dress so it sat better. The other girl was apologising, but she found she had no real words. Her mind was a complete blur, filled with conflicted feelings on all fronts. On one hand, she felt bad for reacting the way she did, but on the other she knew she had been right because everything about this did not feel right. She liked Arya a lot but was this really right? They were friends, which was perhaps bad enough for her people, but becoming more than that must surely be worse? Did it matter? Why hold back? Did she even like women?
When the Cynanthrope told her that she would understand if the Elf girl had come to hate her, she felt a painful pang in her heart. Turning to face her -- she did not mind now that her clothing was fixed -- a sad smile was on her lips. She shook her head, shuffling over on her knees so she was right in front of her friend. Slowly, and hesitantly, she reached out and took the other’s hands. “Arya... I don’t hate you... and I don’t want you to make a promise like that.” She blushed, biting her lip and suddenly feeling far too shy to meet the other’s gaze. “I... I think I liked what we just did.” Her body was beginning to feel hot again, a confused mixture of panic and desire swirling inside her. She felt confused, sick and the urge to run away was strong. Despite all that, the Elf wanted to stay too and she held firmly onto the dog girl’s hands as they kneeled before each other.
Her eyes travelled upwards and found the other’s lips. They were a little red now from their earlier kissing but their curve was inviting and she remembered the delightful softness. She closed her eyes and leaned in, pushing their lips together in a gentle kiss before she pulled away and blushed again. “I definitely liked that. I’m sure now,” said Ílima, blushing furiously. “I don’t know where we’re going to go or what we’re going to do, but don’t leave me...” With that said, she released her friend’s hands and let them rest on her lap. She was lost for words or deeds now, all she could do was sit there and let the relative silence envelop her.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 5:45 PM | Message # 52 |
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| Feeling ashamed of her behavior, Arya waited anxiously for her friend to respond in some way. She just wanted her to say something, anything. Even if she rejected her forever, or told her to leave, it was better than saying nothing at all. Although, perhaps she shouldn’t expect Ílima to give her any answer so quickly. She barely understood her own motivation for kissing her, so how could she expect the other girl to understand? Giving up hope for any quick solution, Arya felt herself wishing more and more that she had never acted on her instincts. Where had all these desires come from? She had never experienced anything like this before.
Facing Ílima with anticipation and even a bit of hope, Arya was very surprised to see the Elf moving towards her. What was she doing? Wasn’t she worried that she might attack her again? She tried to speak, to stop her friend from coming too close, but she felt her take her hand in her own and speak. Her hand was shaking nervously beneath the other girl’s touch. Wasn’t it dangerous to touch her like that? What if she lost control again and did something? Although her words soothed her mind somewhat, she couldn’t believe that Ílima would so quickly forgive her actions. She seemed sincere, but…Looking at her with an expression of confusion, Arya wondered if she was hearing right. Had she just said that she might have liked it? That is, she had liked kissing her? If that was true, how was she able to admit it so freely?
Opening her mouth slightly to speak, Arya was never given the chance as she felt Ílima’s lips pressed against hers for the second time this morning. Her body immediately felt warmer, as something pulsed through her making her feel content and excited all at once. She was too surprised to even think of closing her eyes, she couldn’t even bring her body to move. She remained firmly planted in her position, receiving the kiss without complaint. As her own eyes were opened, she noted that Ílima had closed hers. When she pulled away slowly and opened them, Arya was immediately struck by how entrancing the violet orbs were. The thought, along with the kiss, caused her face to flush with color. What did all of this mean?
Listening silently, almost frozen, to Ílima’s words, Arya tried to think of something to say in reply. So she liked it. She was sure. That only made her feel more embarrassed, as her face became redder by the second. There was something else, though. She also felt happy. “I liked it too.” Her voice was quiet, but her words were clear enough. And she meant it. She knew without a doubt that she liked the way she felt. Even if Ílima was a girl. Maybe it was just because she had never really had a friend before. If they both were okay with this, well, then she supposed it was okay to keep being together. As friends, right? Arya knew that she shouldn’t think too much of this situation. “So yeah, let’s keep travelling together. I’d like that.” Smiling brightly now, feeling better at the thought they could stay friends, she found herself laughing. “I’m sorry.” She continued laughing as she tried to say more. She was just so relieved that she found herself filled with happiness. “I’m glad I met you.”
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 7:20 PM | Message # 53 |
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| Ílima was happy that her friend had calmed down now and was no longer talking about them splitting up. Even if things had gotten a little confusing between them, the last thing she wanted was for them to no longer travel together. Arya confused and intrigued her, sometimes outright embarrassed her, but she liked the girl a lot. She was kind, caring and above all very loyal. The traits were often associated with hounds which amused her a little, although she thought that observation might upset her friend a little so she kept it to herself.
As their eyes met, an unusually easy and honest smile touched her soft pink lips. For some reason, it felt as if a barrier inside her had fallen. The sort of warmth she felt now was similar to the blissful feelings she had whenever she had spent time with her brother. He was the only person who ever tried to get to know the real her and accepted it. All the others pushed it away or pretended it was not there. She did not put on any pretenses with the Cynanthrope and she had more than happily accepted her as a friend. The Elf girl knew they would eventually have to share their backgrounds with each other, but for now it felt as if there blossoming friendship could last forever and that made her very happy.
Her eyes shimmered slightly as the other girl laughed with pure joy, her own eyes bright in the small shafts of sunlight leaking through the roots above them. The Elf tilted her head to the side slightly, smiling warmly as Arya expressed her happiness at their meeting. “I’m glad I met you too. I don’t know where I would be without you, but I’m sure I would not feel happy and safe like I feel right now.” She sighed happily and pushed some of her messy hair behind her pointed ear. “Should we eat breakfast and then head back to the road? Maybe we can find a settlement before nightfall. I would love a hot bath and a real bed,” she admitted, although she realised her definition of a bed might be a little different to the Cynanthrope’s but that did not matter much.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 7:44 PM | Message # 54 |
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| Arya’s laughter filled the shelter, lifting the mood considerably. It certainly had been a strange morning so far. It seemed like all of her mornings would be unusual from now on, but that didn’t bother her. She had come out on her own to experience new things, and this was just one more new thing she could add to a growing list. As her laughter faded naturally, she was left with a blissful smile directed at her friend. Ílima really was amazing. She had accepted her many flaws and had even forgiven her for acting weird. It made her wonder briefly how such a wonderful person could end up on their own in the world. Well, the reasons didn’t matter. From now on Arya felt that she would do everything she could to keep this beautiful person safe and happy. She had no intention of leaving her side. She wanted to protect her if she could.
As she considered these things, she listened to Ílima’s suggestion for the day. That sounded perfect. Nodding, she was about to speak when she heard her stomach growl with hunger. Laughing again, she placed her hand over her tummy. “I guess I am pretty hungry. If we find a town tonight we can eat a big meal, but for now the rest of my snack should keep me. Is that okay? If we don’t find a place to stay, I can always hunt for something tonight.” Although she could hunt, Arya didn’t feel much like going off without Ílima so soon after the bad dream she had. She still had the sense that something had scared the girl, and leaving her alone probably wouldn’t help. She supposed that the Elf could accompany her, but she wasn’t sure she would be able to keep up. Even if she could, Arya was a bit apprehensive to allow the other girl to see her in such a carnal state. Yeah, that wasn’t a good idea.
Noting the disarray of her clothing, Arya figured she should probably do something about that. Fixing her shirt first, she pulled her straps back to their proper place, making sure her bra was on correctly as well. Looking down at herself, she noted that her top had been pulled down quite a bit, still revealing the white lace and black fabric of her bra. Pulling up the tank top so that it covered her properly, she glanced at Ílima. “I seem to have trouble keeping my clothes on lately.” Laughing at her little joke, she continued to fix herself up by pulling her skirt down to where it belonged, hiding her underwear properly. Her tights seemed to be in good shape, but she pulled them up just to make sure they were secure as well.
Moving to stand up, she recalled the way Ílima had hit her head trying to stand up before, making her crouch rather than stand up fully. Reaching for her bag, she looked around the floor for the blanket she had placed beneath the Elf’s head the night before. Spotting it, she reached down to pick it up. “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought you’d want a pillow.” As she said this, she held the blanket up as an explanation. Stuffing it into her bag, she moved to pick up her boots and head outside for some fresh morning air. She was eager to get going now that they had a goal. She was fine with taking a rest outside to eat, or they could walk and eat. She decided to leave that up to Ílima. Before stepping out, she looked at her friend. “I think I need a good stretch after sleeping outside for so long. I sure do hope we find some beds tonight.” Smiling, she then stepped outside and took a deep breath. This morning had turned out pretty great after all.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 8:34 PM | Message # 55 |
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| Ílima watched her friend as she finally fixed her clothing. She blushed and laughed nervously as Arya talked about always flashing her undergarments. So the girl was actually aware of it? It appeared that because they shared a gender, the dog girl so nothing wrong with it, although the Elf did not feel the same way. Part of her was still a little curious about what the other looked like naked. Was she like her with her hairless body and soft skin, or was it different for Cyanthropes? She could feel the desire to know more strongly now than before, combined with a strange longing for something else connected to that which she could not identify quite yet.
“Thank you for the pillow,” she said, giving her friend a kind smile -- she could not remember smiling so much except with her brother. It really did feel like she had found someone she could be comfortable with and actually forge a connection. The Elf promised herself she would try to relax more and accept the other’s different views on various things. It was obvious modesty meant something different to her, although she had done her best to respect Ílima’s own beliefs as best as she understood them.
“I would love a bed too,” said the Elf girl as she followed the Cyanthrope outside, standing up straight and stretching. She let her powers flow through her own body, healing the aches and pains from the night and morning. Her mind was surprisingly focussed considering what had happened earlier, the Energy around her flowing quickly to her slender form and coming under her complete control. It had been a while since she had had this much focus, it appeared that the weight she felt leaving her had been weighing on her far more heavily than she gave it credit. She still felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders, but at least it did not feel like she was alone anymore.
Ílima looked towards the road a little way off. The drizzle had let off now, leaving the place smelling fresh and warm sunlight splitting the canopy above. It was hard to imagine the place like this after yesterday but she was happy to see it. Compared to outside the Green Woeld, it was still incredibly dull, but it was definitely brighter than the usual twilight.
“Do you think we can eat and walk? I want to get there as soon as possible. If we’re too late we might not find a place to stay.”
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 10:16 PM | Message # 56 |
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| Arya was glad to hear her friend laughing a little bit. It was good to have the mood relaxing after all of that intensity. She really preferred things to be laid back whenever possible. At times this preference could make her seem flighty, but this didn’t bother her much. Taking in the fresh air outside, she was happily surprised to see the sun peeking through the tall trees overhead. It looked like the weather might be nice today. She could smell the rain that had recently stopped. It was a pleasant smell, filling her up with positive vibes. After kneeling down for a moment to lace up her boots, she stretched her arms over her head, with her bag slung over her right shoulder, and let out a howl-like yawn. Her arms stretched high enough over her head that her tank top rose up, exposing her mid-drift and the top of her boyish panties, as they rested above where the waist of her skirt sat. Her hair was a bit messy, but for the most part she looked nice enough. With her clothes put back in order and her boots on, there was little more she could do to look good. Why hadn't she brought a comb?
The stretch made her feel more awake than ever. Letting her arms fall back to her side, she regarded Ílima’s words with a nod. She was pleased to hear her friend was also eager to get started. Swinging her bag in front of her, but leaving it hung over her shoulder, she looked inside, searching for her pouch of goodies. There wasn’t much left, from what she remembered from yesterday, but it should be enough to get them going. Food never concerned her much, as she always knew she could rely on her hunting skills to get her out of a tight spot, but she liked to have a little extra just in case. It was working out nicely now, so she was thankful to have thought ahead.
Finding the food pouch, she took it out and adjusted her bag so that it was securely strapped across her chest, making sure that it was closed before doing so. It was easier to walk this way, as she didn’t have to worry about dropping it or accidentally letting it slide off her shoulder. Tossing the pouch to Ílima, she intended to let her have her fill before taking what was left. Maybe she was being too protective, but she just wanted to make sure her friend ate enough. In the past, Arya had gone days without any kind of substance, and while this was not ideal, it taught her that she could endure hunger if necessary. However, if given the resources, she could eat more than her fill. She was known to stuff herself to the brink from time to time. The thought of a nice, big, warm meal filled her head with encouragement as she began to walk towards the road. What kind of food would they get to eat? She hoped it was something new. She loved trying new things.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 4:50 PM | Message # 57 |
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Ílima watched Arya stretching, trying not to giggle at her howl-like yawn. Her gaze was captured by the flash of midriff, a slight blush touching her cheeks as she recognised the black waistband of her panties above the top of her brown skirt. She frowned and bit her lip. Should she mention something or just leave it? Things felt a little easier to talk about now, but for some reason the Elf girl was happy to just leave it for now – she did feel the temptation to yank her skirt up to sit properly with her underwear safely hidden underneath but the opportunity was gone before she could make a decision.
“Thank you,” said the Elf girl as she caught the pouch easily. She began to eat slowly, not wanting to look greedy and to make sure she did not eat so much that the Cynanthrope had nothing to have for breakfast. The dried nuts and fruit still tasted pretty good, although it was difficult to get them out now that they were almost to the very bottom of the leather pouch.
They began to walk along the road while she ate. It was kind of hard to talk about anything while she was picking out small pieces of food from the pouch, but it felt a lot nicer and warmer between them than it had felt since they met. A few times, she found herself looking at the other girl’s lips, a small shy smile touching her own lips when their eyes met. If she was honest, she really wanted to do some more kissing, but on the other hand they really needed to keep moving and it would be good to let both of their hearts and heads settle down before they started getting involved in anything like that again.
Nearing midday, they came across a bridge across a surprisingly broad river. Her feet were a little sore and she figured it was a good time to get water now as well. She carefully made her way down the sloped back to the river’s edge, dipping her feet in the cool clear water. “Arya… “ began Ílima as she gently kicked her legs back and forth in the water. “Do you mind if I ask you where you got your clothes from?” She blushed slightly. It had been one of the things that had caught her attention and it appeared safe enough to ask without getting into something that might upset her new friend.
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 5:14 PM | Message # 58 |
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| Arya was content as they walked along the road. When her friend had finished eating, she wasted no time in finishing the pouches contents herself. Although this didn’t fill her up completely, she was satisfied enough to have the energy to travel. Her thoughts were mostly dominated by the possibility of eating a big, hearty meal tonight in a town, and sleeping in a comfortable bed. She would probably also take advantage of the bath if one was available. Luckily, her clothes were still fairly clean from yesterday, although she was still wondering how Ílima had accomplished that. Her mind wandered freely in this manner as she moved forward. Naturally, as her mind turned towards thoughts of Ílima, memories of this morning’s conversation and actions filled her head. These thoughts in particular brought a smile to her lips, wondering how things would go from here.
As they stopped for water, Arya refilled her canteen, glancing at her friend’s slender legs as she dipped her feet. Blushing, she turned her attention to the water again, not wanting to stare at the other girl. Replacing the canteen into her bag, she splashed some of the water onto her face. It felt cool and refreshing and helped to take away the color from her face. She was crouched at the edge of the water as she splashed more of it onto her face, and then taking a few deep drinks using her hand as a cup. Hearing her name, Arya looked towards Ílima with curiosity. Allowing herself to sit back, she settled herself next to the water with her legs crossed in front of her to rest her feet a bit.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Arya looked a little perplexed at the Elf’s question. Where had she gotten her clothes? It wasn’t that she was bothered by the question, she just didn’t understand why anyone would want to know. “Well, just from a local shop back where I was living before. Nowhere special.” Shrugging, Arya wondered if maybe her clothes looked strange to the other girl. Really though, nothing she owned was anything special. Oh, but there was her scarf. That was a little different. “Um, well, everything except for my scarf. That was a gift.” She smiled as she said this, her golden-red eyes lighting up. “I’ve had it since I was born. I was actually wearing it when I was found, so I kind of treasure it.” Laughing to herself, she looked at Ílima to see what her reaction would be. “I guess it sounds kind of weird, but it makes me feel sort of happy to wear it.” It was the only thing that tied her to a past she knew nothing about. Perking up, she spoke in an excited manner. “What about your clothes?” From the beginning, Arya had thought the Elf’s dress was very pretty, and the material seemed really soft to her.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 5:48 PM | Message # 59 |
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| Ílima smiled warmly at Arya as she spoke about her scarf. She had gotten the impression there was something different about that and it turned out she had been correct. It was nice to see her friend looking so excited and happy, the question had stirred up good memories and that made the Elf girl feel better.
Unfortunately, the Cynanthrope’s enthusiasm turned the conversation back on her and she found herself being posed the same question. Biting her lip, she looked down at her lap for a moment, playing a little with the bottom of her dress before looking at the other girl. “Well they were made for me,” she admitted, but quickly went on before it could lead to how someone could afford that. “My people do not manufacture clothing. Everything is unique although I guess some people are more unique than others. With our abilities, there is little call for mass production since we can make our own clothing.” She gestured to what she had on. “I didn’t make this. It was made to measure by a tailor. The fabric is a special fabric that only my people know how to make and use.” The girl laughed a little nervously. “It’s impossible to create naturally and requires alchemy. It’s super tough, but also silky and soft.” Her fingers gently caressed the material. “I actually know how to make it, but at the time this dress was made I did not. I repair it myself on the rare occasions it gets damaged since I know how to make more.” She decided not to talk about her undergarments -- the subject was far too embarrassing.
She cleared her throat, her eyes moving to watch her feet under the running water before she remembered something. “Oh I just remembered a couple of things.” The girl bit her lip. “I promised to show you how I cleaned your clothes... and did you know your panties are sticking out the top of your skirt?” she said, her cheeks growing a light shade of pink. “I dunno why it never bothers you but I figured I should tell you anyway.” She sighed. “Anyway, do you have something you would like me to clean? I can show you how I do it.”
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 6:14 PM | Message # 60 |
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| Arya watched her friend with interest as she waited for her answer. She was filled with curiosity concerning Ílima’s life, so any information she could pick up was an enticing thought. Noting that the Elf looked a little embarrassed to speak, she briefly wondered if she shouldn’t have asked. Yet, if she didn’t want to talk about clothes, she wouldn’t have brought the subject up to begin with, right? Considering that, Arya noted that she still had no idea why the subject had been brought up. Why would Ílima be curious about her clothing? She could understand her own curiosity, as Ílima seemed so foreign to her, but through her eyes, she was just a normal person…despite the fact that she could change into a dog of course.
Trying to understand what her friend was describing, Arya initially pictured an assembly line of silky dresses being put together by people that resembled Ílima, but that image disappeared as she elaborated. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, she then pictured her friend cutting the fabric herself and sewing the dress by hand. That would be a handy skill to have, at least she thought so. But this too didn’t seem like what Ílima was getting at. Hearing that alchemy was involved, her ears perked up with extreme interest. Honestly, she only kind of knew what that meant, but she knew it was something cool. If Ílima could do something like that, well that was amazing! Her voice revealed her thoughts. “So you can make your own clothes? That’s so impressive! You really have a lot of skills.” Smiling, Arya wondered briefly why, if Ílima could choose to make anything, she wore such a scant outfit.
Not planning on voicing this opinion, Arya perked up again when she heard her friend continuing. Once again, her curiosity peeked, wondering what she might want to say to her. The prospect of understanding how she cleaned their clothes was definitely exciting, and she nearly interrupted the girl to ask her to explain right away. However, she found that Ílima had more to say first. Hearing the Elf mention her panties, her face turned red and she felt a nervous sweat building up on her face. “Eh?!” Looking down at her skirt, she quickly pulled up her tank top, fully revealing her mid drift and the panties that were indeed showing. Seeing that her friend was right, she rapidly stood up, pulling her the top of her skirt up with her. Nervously, she tried to readjust where it rested, although she quickly saw that what she needed to do was pull down her panties a little. Not thinking of the fact that she was still standing in full view of Ílima, Arya pulled the bottom of her skirt up, and holding it against her torso with one hand, went about pulling down her panties just a little bit with her other hand.
As the realization of what she was most likely showing to Ílima became clear, she let go of the skirt and pulled her shirt back down to where it belonged. Looking at her friend with a flushed face, she smiled nervously. “I’m sorry! I guess I forget about modesty…a lot. I’ve never been very aware of my body.” Hoping that Ílima wasn’t too offended by her behavior, she tried to change the subject as quickly as possible. “But yes! Um, how about…” Her mind searched for something the girl could clean. She would have simply offered her shirt, but would that be too immodest? She couldn’t give her the scarf, she didn’t like that idea because the scent would change, and her jacket was still clean. “Oh! How about my stockings?” Feeling relieved that she thought of something, she immediately pulled her boots off and then her tights, holding them out to Ílima.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 6:48 PM | Message # 61 |
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| Ílima was kind of happy that Arya was obviously embarrassed that her underwear was showing over her outer garments. She blushed a little and bit her lip as the other pulled her top up to reveal her flat soft looking stomach. The urge to touch her became suddenly very strong but she ignored it, instead finding her violet eyes following the slightest action her friend took. The heat in her face got worse as the other girl decided the best course of action was to flip her skirt up and start pulling her panties down. Stifling a yelp at the sudden glimpse of red hair that peeked out over the black waistband, she quickly turned her head away and looked down at her feet in the water. Her flickering reflection was as red as her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she tried not to think about it or the hair she had seen. It confused at her first, but then she remembered her studies. The books had said that most other species grew hair on their bodies. Elves did not, only growing hair on the top of their heads and eyebrows. Even their males could not grow facial hair. Had she glimpsed some of her friend’s lower hairs? Her heart began to beat hard. That meant it was the hair that grew around her private parts... She had come so close to seeing her most intimate parts. Did the dog girl really have no self awareness whatsoever?
She opened her eyes as the Cynanthrope spoke, glancing to the side to look at her and smiling nervously. “It is fine... Just I guess you need to be more aware. Men will get the wrong idea and I couldn’t bear to see you get into trouble.” Blushing more at saying such a thing, she barely heard what the girl said next until she had the rather adorable brown stockings thrust in her direction.
Taking the soft tight fabric, her fingers played with them a little to get a feel for the texture. “With my own clothes, I barely have to concentrate to do them and I know with the special fabric that I can’t accidentally harm them unless I really lose focus.” She held up the stockings in front of her, her eyes looking deeply into them. To her, they ceased to look like clothes and instead faded to an intricate grid of gold lines. “What I do is learn the construction of the garment then pick out the pieces that stand out -- they will always be dirt, grease, sweat and things like that.” She narrowed her eyes for a moment, silently fixing a small flaw that would have seen them break in a little while depending on what happened. “Once I’ve picked out everything, I then use my magic to convert those pieces into something else.” There was a suddenly bright gold flash. “Usually light... I hope that didn’t dazzle you.”
Sighing softly, the real world overlaid itself on the network of Energy all around her. Giving Arya a small smile, she held out the stockings. “They’re clean now. I don’t really need to hold them but until I get to know them well it’s easier if I’m touching the thing I’m working on.” Ílima laughed a little nervously. “But I’m always happy to help. It isn’t tiring to just do a few pieces of clothing so I don’t mind.” She looked back down at her feet again, enjoying having an actual conversation with someone even if it felt more like a miniature lecture. “Anything else you would like to ask me about clothes while we’re on the subject?”
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 7:22 PM | Message # 62 |
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| Feeling pretty dumb for showing off so much of her body in front of Ílima, she hoped the subject could be dropped quickly. While she didn’t really care if someone saw her undergarments usually, after everything that had happened this morning…and the way she was feeling about things, well, it just feel awkward having Ílima see so much of her. She knew that they had both already seen each other in less clothing, but…now it was different. Something made her a little more self-conscious, but it was going to take some time for her to adjust to this new way of thinking. Nodding in response to her friend’s advice, she knew what she said was right. Clothing had just never really been a point of concern for her. Arya choose what she was wearing simply because it had been convenient. She couldn’t even say for sure if she liked it or not. Maybe it didn’t even suit her. She wouldn’t really know.
Happily, she could shift her focus on concentrate on what Ílima was telling her about her methods. Watching her with a keen interest, her eyes remained fixed on her stockings. Arya expected to see water of some kind, but she couldn’t really say how that would work. Maybe she would take the water from nearby somehow? As she watched and listened, she was surprised to learn that it wasn’t like that at all. It sounded really complicated to her untrained mind, but it was incredibly fascinating. When Ílima produced the burst of light, her eyes widened with awe. “Wow…” She whispered this under her breath, feeling too amazed to speak naturally. It was so spectacular that someone could do something like that. Taking dirt and turning it into a bright golden light? How did that even work? It seemed that her friend was even more incredible that she previously thought.
Taking the freshly cleaned stockings from the Elf, Arya put them up to her nose and inhaled deeply. The scent was, as she expected, similar to the way Ílima smelled. Not exactly the same, as the girl had her own unique scents, but there was a similar element. Either way, it certainly wasn’t unpleasant. Smiling, she sat down without hesitation to put on her clean tights. This time, she considered her modesty and turned away from Ílima so that she wouldn’t end up flashing her. Feeling proud of herself, she continued to smile as she slid on the stockings on leg at a time. Pulling them up all the way so that they would remain firmly in place as she walked. Turning her head around, she spoke to Ílima over her shoulder. “Thank you so much! I can’t even imagine having such an amazing gift. You’re so lucky!” Smiling brightly before turning around, she hoped that her friend understood how impressed she truly was.
Finishing up, she laced her boots and tied them securely before standing up. After doing so, she brushed her skirt off in case there was any dirt on it from sitting down. Adjusting her bag a bit, she turned around to face Ílima once more. Considering her question, something did come to mind, but was it too embarrassing to ask? “Um, well, let’s talk while we walk. I don’t want to fall behind.” She hoped her friend would be fine with this, because she really did want to make it to a town before too long. Assuming that the Elf would be fine with this suggestion, she started to walk as she asked her question, burning with uncertainty. “This isn’t really related, well not exactly, but, why do you wear that?” Hearing her words come out so jumbled, she quickly tried to elaborate. “Not that it doesn’t suit you! I think it’s very cute, but what I mean is, how did you choose your style? I really have no idea what to wear. I never have been good at that sort of thing. So I’m curious as to how other people decide what they like.”
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 7:45 PM | Message # 63 |
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| Ílima found it a little strange when Arya smelled the stockings when she handed them back to her, but she remembered that there was a lot of dog in her friend and that was probably where that odd behaviour had come from. It kind of amused her actually and she had to stop herself from giggling. She almost grinned like an idiot when the other girl turned away to pull her stockings back on, perhaps thinking that she could flash her while pulling them on although unless she planned to do something particularly odd with them then that should have not been a possibility -- it was the thought that counted, however.
“It’s not really that lucky,” she protested, blushing and shaking her head. “All my people can use our magic to lesser or greater degree. I guess for my age I’m a little more advanced but I liked to study so I spent more time doing that than maybe others of my age.” Shrugging her narrow shoulders, she looked up at the Cynanthrope and nodded when she asked if they could start walking again.
Getting up, she brushed off her dress and shook the moisture from her feet, letting her magic finish off the drying job although she tried to keep it subtle so that her friend’s insatiable curiosity did not make her start wondering and asking her questions -- she was sure her cheeks would burst into flames if she received any more praise from her friend.
As they walked, the dog girl finally asked her question and Ílima was quite taken aback by her question. “‘That’...?” The Elf girl looked down, seeing only her dress and assuming that was it -- any other possibility was far too embarrassing to contemplate. Her friend elaborated, managing to make her blush again with the complement mixed in with the explanation. Was she doing this deliberately?
“I don’t know about other people but I guess there’s two different kinds. There are those who follow a fashion and there are those who like their own style.” She bit her lip. “I’m a bit of an expert on Elf fashion, but this dress is actually really not in fashion. I really did not like the fashion of my people. It felt too immodest, and sometimes plain scandalous, to me.” Her fingers idly smoothed down the bottom of her dress where a light breeze caught it a little. “I asked for this to be made because I felt it was modest and I like white clothing.” She gestured to her clothing. “It reaches to just above my knee, isn’t skin-tight and not low-cut. The shoulder straps are broad and the back isn’t low cut either. I feel comfortable in this, even if I was utterly unfashionable.” The Elf girl laughed, a little hollow bitterness hidden in the nervousness. “So I guess that’s the story behind my dress.” Her smile looked a little sad but she did her best not to let it show too obviously. Talking about being out of fashion just reminded her of being banished and how her rejection of the current society she lived in had led to her being abandoned in the first place.
She sighed. “Oh...” said the Elf suddenly, blushing a little. “I think your outfit is very cute too..” she added in a tiny voice, her cheeks flushing brightly.
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 8:03 PM | Message # 64 |
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| Even if Ílima insisted that her skills weren’t as amazing as Arya thought, she still maintained that opinion. To her, all of this was incredible. Her own abilities seemed like nothing in comparison. Although she was proud of what she could do in her other form, that was mere animal instinct. What Ílima could do was a learned skill that sounded like it had to be worked out a lot. She figured that her friend must be pretty intelligent. But, she wouldn’t push it too much, as she didn’t want to embarrass the girl with a shower of compliments. Keeping these thoughts to herself, she moved forward with the path below her feet.
Noticing that an answer to her question was coming, Arya looked at Ílima with interest. She hoped that it wasn’t a strange question. It sounded a little silly honestly, and she wasn’t confident that her meaning was clear either. But, from what her friend said, it sounded like she had understood well enough. Interested to hear that Ílima’s clothing was out of the ordinary among her own people, Arya immediately wondered what was ordinary. Although she was told that it was less modest, that just left her imagination to run wild. Did they show a lot of their bare skin? Imagining Ílima showing more of her skin caused a light flush to cross her cheeks, but she quickly subdued this feeling as she continued to listen to her friend’s words. Watching her face, she noticed that she didn’t really seem all that pleased to be thinking about this topic. Was there something unpleasant about her memories of home?
Perhaps she shouldn’t have brought this up, but Arya was really just curious. In her eyes, Ílima seemed to have everything together. Her clothing matched her so perfectly, at least physically. And hearing that she chose this dress for its modesty made her believe that it matched her personality as well. It was elegant and pretty, just like Ílima. Smiling softly to herself, she looked ahead as they walked, not wanting to make her friend feel uncomfortable with her private thoughts. When she received a compliment herself, Arya’s smile grew and she felt truly happy. It was a bit strange to feel so happy at hearing such a small compliment. Ílima had said she outfit was cute. It made her feel so confident in her clothing choice. “Thanks. I…I’m glad you think so.” She heard herself emphasizing the word ‘you’ and the realization caused her to blush slightly. “I think it’s great that you chose something to wear that suits you so perfectly. It’s really nice.” Unsure of what else to say, she remained silent for the time being as they headed along the road. Would they come upon a town soon? She thought if they did, she might look at some of the clothes there.
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 8:36 PM | Message # 65 |
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| Ílima was happy that her compliment seemed to cheer her friend. It got her another compliment in return which embarrassed her slightly. “Thank you... I think you should give yourself more credit, though. Your outfit is nicely coordinated and I think it suits you. It’s feminine without being too girly and it’s very cute.” She blushed at her own words, but she hoped that it would stop Arya praising her like she was some sort of superior being. The girl had had enough of that hollow talk from her time in her father’s home and getting it from her friend was too much.
After a few moments silence, she spoke again. “If you ever want me to modify any clothing you have then I would be happy to. Changing colour is really easy and I can even change the material or cut given enough time, although those would be more strenuous.” She stopped short of suggesting changing the girl’s underwear to a chocolate colour that would blend in with her other clothing, the idea was too embarrassing to voice, but she partly hoped the dog girl would think of it herself.
Having made her offer, she found herself out of things to say and so she decided to remain silent. If Arya wanted to ask her things she could, but for now the Elf girl was all out of ideas and she did not want to try forcing conversation between them -- it had been nice to have natural conversation, she did not want to make things awkward again.
She hoped that they would arrive at a town soon. It would be nice to have some real food and to properly rest. After that, she figured they would talk about what to do, but getting herself back to full strength was definitely her first priority.
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 9:25 PM | Message # 66 |
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| Arya’s face heated up as she listened to the compliments coming from her friend. Feeling too embarrassed to let Ílima see her face with this expression, she started walking faster, putting a little distance between them. Hiding her smile, she wondered why it felt so great to simply be told she looked nice. She certainly never considered herself to be feminine, but she was pleased to know that her friend thought this word described her. “I’m glad you think so.” This was all she was able to say on the matter, finding it too embarrassing to say more than this. She just felt too happy for words. She did hear Ílima’s offer, and considered it silently, but decided that she wouldn’t be able to ask her friend to go through that much trouble just for her. Besides, she didn’t really know what she would rather wear. This was something she would have to think about.
As the sounds of the wood took over, Arya remained lost in her thoughts. The sun moved across the sky slowly above, but this wasn’t something she could really see with the trees overhead. She just felt the time passing. Her legs were becoming more tired with every step, and her stomach was hoping for food that she wasn’t sure it would get anytime soon. She just wanted to find a town already. The road continued to lead them forward, without any indication as to where it was actually going. There were no signs that would tell them civilization was near, but over time Arya believed the road might be becoming more defined, as if this part was walked upon more often. Wishfully, she wondered if this meant they were nearing something. This thought also filled her with concern, however, as she worried it might not be a town but something more sinister that waited for them. What if they stumbled upon a camp of slavers?
Trusting her instincts, and her nose, Arya continued forward. No camp was in sight as the road curved to right, then the left. It seemed that it would wind around endlessly at this rate, and Arya was beginning to feel a little concerned. Glancing at her friend, she decided to keep her worries to herself. Luckily, before long, she picked up an unusual scent for the woods. It went against everything that she had been used to smelling since she arrived here. It was something unnatural. Guarded but optimistic, Arya moved forward cautiously, breathing in deeply to fully capture the scents in the air. Smiling broadly, she looked at Ílima with a gleam in her eyes. “I think we’re going to sleep in comfortable beds tonight.” Without explaining, Arya increased her speed as the road curved once more, the trees separating to reveal a glistening lake. A stone bridge met the road up ahead, crossing over the water to allow travelers to enter the town that lay on the other side. Tall trees and overgrown roots surrounded the town, blending nature with civilization. It wasn’t a large town, but the buildings looked sturdy and several dwellings had thin tendrils of smoke rising up to the sky, indicating fireplaces inside. The scent that had drawn Arya in this direction was food and people. She could smell them strongly, mixing, filling her mind with comforting thoughts.
A town shouldn’t be dangerous, but she knew they should still be smart during their stay. Turning to Ílima, she stopped in front of the bridge. “Let’s not mention where we’ve come from or anything like that. We don’t want to seem suspicious, so we’ll just say we’re on vacation.” Looking at Ílima closely, she wondered if it might be a problem if people knew what she was. If the slavers were looking for her, they might be alerted when an Elf entered town. “Um, I hope this isn’t offensive, but would you be against covering your ears somehow? You could wear my scarf, if you want.”
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| Xaimee | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 9:43 PM | Message # 67 |
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| The day had gone on slowly after they had both lapsed into silence. She could feel the sun moving across the sky. A few time she noticed her friend looking up as if to tell the time but always she ended up looking back at the road a little disappointed. Ílima could actually see the Energy pattern of the sun through the complex web of the forest canopy but it did not seem that important to tell Arya the time unless she actually asked. As it was, the only important thing was them walking as far as they could before it became too dark and cold for them to continue on safely.
As they continued on, her magical senses began to detect faint outlines of something inorganic. She wanted to examined it more closely but a days walking with little food had left her exhausted and she wanted to save her strength for walking. Eventually, they came to another stone bridge that led over a river emptying into a large lake. It was almost night now so the lake was empty but she could see fishing boats moored at some old looking docks converted out of the large tree roots that snaked their way into the water.
Smiling happily that they had found some civilisation at last, she met her friend’s eyes before seeing the caution in them. She nodded in agreement at her words before blinking in surprise at her final request. “Oh... Yes I think that makes sense. I would rather be able to get around town without being gawped at, even if people mean me no harm.” She laughed nervously. “I know a lot of people do not even believe my people exist.” Accepting the red scarf, she wrapped it around her neck, keeping the material high so as to conceal her ears. It was not a great disguise, but until they found better it would have to do.
“Ready,” she said, her voice muffled by the warm fabric. She could smell all kinds of homely scents in the fabric, the vague hint of honey particularly obvious. A small smile touched her lips. It made sense why her friend never offered her this to wash.
They moved forwards again, crossing the bridge and entering the town proper. The streets were a little narrow, but the night closing in meant the roads were largely empty. People were either enjoying their time at home or drinking in the bar they passed. She wondered if there was some kind of hotel or inn they could stay at but she had not spotted one so far. Glancing at her friend, the Elf girl felt the urge to take her hand but resisted in case it might make things more difficult. “It might be better if you did all the talking,” said Ílima quietly. “I think my accent may attract attention too... I am well aware I don’t talk like a normal human like you.”
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 24.November.2012, 11:11 PM | Message # 68 |
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| Arya was glad to see that her friend understood and shared her caution. When she handed off the scarf, she felt a tinge of separation anxiety, having never before let the scarf leave her possession, but she knew that she couldn’t let her own issues cause problems for Ílima. This was the best option they had to conceal her true identity without attracting attention. So while her eyes looked a bit pained to let go off the scarf, she did so without complaint. Surely her friend would take good care of it. Taking a deep breath, trying to convince herself that it would be fine, she stopped her worrying when she saw how the girl looked with the red fabric wrapped around her face. Arya was struck by how cute the Elf looked in the scarf, calming her for the time being. “Looks good on you.” Smiling at her friend, she felt secure in her decision now.
Following Ílima’s lead, Arya stepped across the bridge, keeping the town in her sights. She wanted to be certain that this was a safe enough environment before going too far. It was always smart to be on guard in situations like this. However, while the town was a bit congested as far as space was concerned, it did not appear to be overly populated, making her feel more at ease. That is, if harm was intended, she would have an easier time sensing it with less people surrounding them. Looking all around her, Arya’s curiosity and excitement began to build. Her eyes shone with interest, peeking into the windows that they passed by. The buildings were strange to her, they were taller than what she was used to seeing, but for the most part the inhabitants appeared normal enough.
It felt like dusk to her, but the sun was little help in determining this. The lack of people on the streets, however, seemed to tell her that it may be nearing supper time, so people would be heading home or to local establishments for refreshments. Her stomach hoped they would be joining them in this activity soon. Greenery surrounded the streets, which were mixed with stone and dirt, furthering the sense of the mingling of the natural and unnatural. Voices could be heard pouring out of some buildings, especially the one that appeared to be a bar of some sort. They might be able to find food there, but more likely they would have the most luck at an inn. Usually supper was included in a night’s stay, and the food was always comforting to a weary traveler. At least, that was what Arya had experienced so far. Not to mention, the local inn from her previous hometown was always filled with rowdy travelers from all over just passing through. She often hid outside of the inn listening to the stories told by these fascinating people. It would have been strange for a local girl like her to go inside, so she was forced to conceal her interest, but she learned a lot just by listening in the shadows.
Noting Ílima’s suggestion, she nodded. She had to admit that her friend did have a strange manner of speech, but it didn’t bother her. Still, anything that made them seem odd or out of place would be a problem. Luckily, Arya was outgoing enough that she usually had no trouble fitting in with strangers. Her eagerness to fit in came in handy at times like this. Despite her confidence in this matter, there was one thing that worried her. While there were wooden signs posted above some of the buildings they passed, none of them were recognizable to her. That is, the words they displayed were not very helpful and confused her. For example, the one above what she had decided was a bar simply read “The Golden Fleece” which sounded more like a tailor than a bar. Would she recognize an inn when she saw it? They might need to ask someone for help…
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Jasper yawned lazily as he stared up at the sky from his spot near the water. Well, not the sky exactly. Not in this place. Closing his amber eyes tightly, he pictured the clear, blue skies that he had left behind a few weeks before. His travels always brought him to strange places, and usually he enjoyed everything each place had to offer, living life to the fullest, but he wasn’t used to remaining in the same place this long. The shipment he was in charge of was taking far too long, and this town was far too small for his tastes. Within a couple of days he had already seen and done everything of interest here. The country was so boring. He ached for the bustling life of the city where he could meet new people every night, indulging in all of his desires. Remembering one particular adventure in the night, a small smirk flickered on his lips. Whoever said one partner was enough had obviously never spent the night with several, pleasuring him in every conceivable way.
As this memory consumed his thoughts, he considered going back into town to find someone to keep him company so he wouldn’t have to resort to doing the job himself. But who? He had already gone through the usual suspects, those he could pay or naïve young things, and he wasn’t fond of tasting the same fruit twice. But that was better than nothing. Opening his eyes, he remained still for a moment as he heard the sound of feet move across the nearby bridge. It sounded like boots, and the steps were definitely heading towards town. Curious, Jasper waited until the sound of the footsteps was behind him, indicating that they had passed the bridge completely. As he was resting beneath the bridge, he remained undetected by any prying eyes. Sitting up, he turned around and peeked over the ledge of dirt and stone that met the bridge and faced the town. Surprised, he saw not one figure but two. He hadn’t even heard the second pair of feet moving across the bridge. Flicking two amber eyes towards the feet of the person of interest, he noted they were without shoes. That might explain it.
Standing up fully, Jasper brushed the dirt from his clothes and ran his fingers through his dark hair. Taking this opportunity to check out the two figures without being noticed, he narrowed his eyes to focus in on them as best as he could. His eyesight wasn’t so great, so he was forced to take the glasses out of his vest pocket and put them on to get a better look. As they figures came into focus, he was pleased to see they were both women. One, the shoeless, was slender, wearing an enticing dress and an eye-catching scarf. Hmm, just his type. The other, the boots, wore a mini skirt, a tight shirt, and alluring tights that immediately drew his gaze to her upper thighs. Very nice. What a lovely pair they were. His luck appeared to be shifting. He carefully removed his glasses and returned them to his vest pocket. He didn’t like wearing them if he didn’t have to.
Pulling himself over the ledge, his nimble body planted itself skillfully on the road heading into the town. As these two were obviously not from here, it might be difficult to gain their trust. Travelers were usually smart about who they spoke to, especially two lone girls. Although, neither of them looked that cunning, so he might get lucky and find they were innocent and in need of assistance. In order to discover the best angle to approach them from, he stealthily followed the pair at a comfortable distance. At this hour, not many townies were in the streets, but enough were milling about to draw the attention away from him. As he followed, Jasper noted that the mini skirt was looking into each window attentively, as if she were looking for something in particular. He also noted the way she eyed the signs hanging above the local establishments, perhaps trying to decipher them. What were they looking for? An inn maybe? Hopefully they weren’t here to meet someone specifically. That would make his work more difficult, and he already had plans for them.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 9:36 AM | Message # 69 |
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| “Thank you”, said Ílima softly, grateful the fabric hid her lower face as she blushed deeply. She understood how much trust the other girl must have in her to let her use such an important item and she was very conscious that it would devastate her friend if she lost or damage it. The red fabric trailed down both sides of her body, flapping gently against her as they walked. It warmed her quite nicely and she found herself quite enjoying the feeling of it against her ears, even if it was a little annoying sounding so muffled when she spoke. With her magical sight, she could wrap her entire head in it although she thought that would probably look a bit strange and attract far more attention than not wearing it all.
As they travelled through the town, she noticed that Arya was looking very closely in the windows of nearby buildings and also reading the signs slowly. Was the Cynanthrope not too good at reading her language? The Elf girl could read them just fine, although some of the references were lost on her as her knowledge of human culture was not great.
She figured that perhaps she could help so she began to look closely at all the buildings around her. An inn would have multiple rooms and lots of people inside it. She was sure that their Energy patterns would be obvious if she could spot it. Looking around, the Elf began to look through the walls into the insides of the buildings. Her own people’s buildings were naturally enchanted to prevent this, but the humans clearly had no idea about this application and so she was able to see right inside. A few time she looked away hurriedly in embarrassment as she saw two golden silhouettes engaged in some acts she had a perfect scientific knowledge of but was not really emotionally prepared to watch it.
Her eyes moved to scan a building on the corner of where a road up from the docks intersected. She noticed it was an empty shop, but also a large group of burly men making their way to the street. They would bump into each other if they continued in their current pace. Feeling suddenly frightened, the Elf girl hurriedly caught up with Arya who had wandered ahead and grabbed her hand without thinking. She hauled her into the shadow of the shop, waiting there quietly for the men to pass. They appeared to be fishermen, judging by the smell at least, and they did not notice the two strangers standing in front of the closed shop. The men passed a large bottle between them, the stink of cheap alcohol turning her stomach a little -- human drink was rather unelegant.
“I’m sorry,” said Ílima once the men had passed, not noticing that she was still holding the Cynanthrope’s hand. “I just got scared seeing so many men coming along. I figured two girls alone might have ended badly.”
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 12:18 PM | Message # 70 |
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| Arya’s eyes searched the buildings’ interiors, hoping to stumble upon an inn soon. She was growing a bit concerned that there might not be an inn here at all, as she was somewhat surprised to not have found it already. Usually places like that were located near the entrance to towns. Had they passed it without realizing? Glancing back over her shoulder, she considered turning back to take a better look at the first few buildings, as she had been distracted when they first arrived with simply taking in her surroundings. She would be rather embarrassed if they really had walked right by the inn, but she really didn’t care as long as they could get a room. Her mind totally focused on her search, Arya didn’t notice that she had wandered a bit ahead of her friend. She was vaguely aware of the men approaching, but she didn’t think much of it. Maybe her instincts weren’t as sharp as she thought, or maybe she was too trusting. As she was considering the possibility of asking for directions, she almost welcomed the sight of people.
However, before she could even think of approaching the men, she was tugged away quickly. Confused, Arya shot Ílima a questioning look. Was something wrong? Facing her friend, she tried to read her face to understand what she was thinking. Hearing the men passing by, she picked up the strong scent of alcohol and felt her stomach drop. It would have been foolish to approach them if they had been drinking so heavily. How could she have been so careless? She should have smelt that a mile away, but her senses were preoccupied with the thought of finding a soft bed for the night. As Ílima explained her actions, Arya felt even more ashamed to have nearly gotten them into a tight spot. She never expected to be the one who needed protecting, and yet that was exactly what had happened. Maybe she had underestimated her friend.
Noting the fear that Ílima felt, Arya smiled softly and squeezed her hand. She didn’t mind holding her hand, especially if she was worried about their surroundings. In fact, she now became aware of how close they were standing in the shadow of the seemingly abandoned shop. When Ílima had pulled her to safety, their bodies rested in a position that nearly allowed them to touch. Feeling her temperature rise, a familiar tingling sensation passed through her body. Her golden-red eyes shone in the darkness as they remain fixed on Ílima’s partially covered face. Without speaking, or really thinking, Arya reached her free hand up towards the red scarf that was wrapped around her friend’s head. She became aware of the pleasant scent of the scarf mixing with the unique scent of her friend, the smell that had drawn her to her in the first place. It was intoxicating. Putting her fingers on the scarf where it covered Ílima’s mouth, she gently pulled it down to expose the Elf’s lips. Her heart began to race as she looked at the inviting softness that seemed to call out to her. She wanted to kiss her again, right now. Leaning forward, she closed her eyes, hoping her friend would not object to this.
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Jasper remained in the shadows as he followed the two girls. He noted their movements carefully, trying to decipher their intentions here. When the mini skirt glanced behind her, he felt his heart jump, sliding behind a nearby building for cover. Had she seen him? That seemed doubtful, as he was quite quick, but he remained in hiding for a moment longer just to make sure. In that brief glance he had caught a good view of the girl’s face, finding it pleasing. Her eyes were quite interesting in fact. In all of his travels, he couldn’t recall seeing eyes like that before. This only served to give him more drive in his decision to speak to the pair. They were exotic, and he earned to see what was underneath. Smirking in the shadows, he peeked around the corner to see a rowdy group of workers who looked to be moving from one bar to the next.
Amused by the smaller girl’s reaction to seeing this group, Jasper watched as she pulled her companion into the shadows to avoid coming into contact with the drunken slobs. “Hm, smart move.” He whispered to himself as he left his hiding spot and continued walking through town. As he passed the men, one of them called out in a slurred speech, “Ho! Where’s you offst ta? Chasing tail?” Laughing boisterously, the group knew Jasper’s reputation, but this appalling comment did not please him. However, he was no fool, he didn’t have time to teach these idiots a lesson. Instead, he simply chuckled and saluted the group casually. They all took this as an affirmative answer, and their laughter filled the streets. Jasper’s cunning had worked, as they continued on their journey without bothering him further.
As their noise and stench passed behind him, his amber eyes scanned the area where he had last seen the girls. In the shadows he could make out two figures, standing close. The red scarf was the easiest thing to see, but he was also able to see the other girl’s outline, and it looked to him like they were standing awfully close. This was his chance to introduce himself. Moving forward, he put on his friendliest smile, meaning to show the strangers that he meant no harm. Appearances were key. As he approached their location, he was rather surprised to see what he perceived to be the mini skirt leaning in close to the other. How interesting! Were they so close? No matter, he couldn’t waste time to watch. He wanted to approach them before they could run off like they had from the workers. Standing just outside of the shadow created by the old shop, fully lit by an overhead street light, he spoke out loud enough to be heard by both girls. He kept his distance, for now, as he didn’t want to scare the little pets away.
With a charming smile, Jasper stood with his hands in his pocket as he spoke. “Good evening, ladies. I hope I am not disturbing you, and forgive my assumption, but you look as though you might not know your way around this fine town. Is there something I might help you with? Perhaps you are looking for a warm meal and a soft bed for the night?” His voice was smooth and collected, concealing his true thoughts. He stood taller than both girls, but not by much. His body was lean, giving off the appearance of being thin, but he was fit and agile. His clothing was casual and fit him perfectly, as if they had been tailored just for him. His pants were a dark plum color, which matched the vest that he wore over a white shirt with a cuffs and a collar. There were two buttons at the top of the shirt, but only one of them was buttoned at the moment, revealing a bit of his somewhat pale chest that matched the rest of his skin. A brown-gold belt held his pants in place and it was on display because he had his shirt tucked in neatly. His shoes were simple and brown, but his whole outfit gave off the sense that he cared about the way he looked while also being comfortable. His amber eyes calmly watched the two girls as he waited for them to react. Some strands of his longish dark brown hair hung near his eyes, but it didn’t cover them. Thanks to his bad eyesight, he couldn’t make out much of the girls’ expressions in the dark. He hoped they would step out into the town’s lights so he could get a better look.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 1:41 PM | Message # 71 |
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| Ílima liked it the way Arya squeezed her hand. It felt warm and caring. She smiled, the happiness bright in her violet eyes as she looked up at the taller female. They had ended up closer than intended, their bodies barely a hair’s breadth apart and their scents mingling together. She could smell the forest and the fields on her friend, mingled with the scent of the river and the scarf wrapped around half her face. The other girl really smelled good, the faint trace of soap from yesterday reminding her of the pleasant time they had spent since meeting. She unconsciously laced their fingers together while they stood there in silence, a warm tension running through her that prevented her moving from the privacy of the shadows they were hiding in. The men had long since gone, but for some reason neither of them was making a move to continue on.
She looked up into her friend’s eyes, finding it much easier to do since this morning. It was hard to think something so simple had broken down a lot of the nervousness and awkwardness between them, but it had and it made the Elf girl happy. Her body began to grow hot as the other reached out with her free hand, pushing the front of the warm scarf down to reveal her lips. As the fabric came down, the Cynanthrope’s soft fingertips brushed against her pink lips. She exhaled softly, a pleased sigh escaping her at the contact. Still looking deep into the other’s eyes, she felt her eyelids come down as the other leaned in close.
Her heart began to beat wildly as their lips met once more. She did not need to hesitate this time, returning the affection eagerly. It felt so good, the mingling of their breaths and their lips against one another. This time it lingered for a long time, each putting a little more energy into it than before. She had not felt something this good in a long time and it was only a voice from the street that forced her to stop.
Hearing the man, the Elf girl pulled back, her cheeks a furious red and her heart pounding against her ribs. Pulling the scarf back up into place, she did not realise her fingers were still laced with Arya’s when she turned to look at the man. Her body felt hot, a lot of heat especially concentrated around her lower body and the tightness in her chest. She could feel a current running through her, making her tingle in certain places that she was trying very hard to ignore.
She glanced back at the Cynanthrope standing half-behind her, the shadows still concealing their clasped hand. Her eyes were a mixture of fear and embarrassment, as well as a silent plea for her friend to deal with the newcomer who had interrupted them during a very happy moment.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 2:55 PM | Message # 72 |
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| When Arya felt her lips meeting Ílima’s a spark tingled through her body, filling her with warmth. Pressing against the Elf’s lips, she squeezed her hand even tighter as if to ground herself in this intense feeling. It was almost too much for her to handle, as she felt something strange building up inside of her begging to break free. Unable to understand what her body was telling her, she felt confused and a little overwhelmed. Her heart was already beating fast, so when the sound of a stranger’s voice broke through the blissful silence surrounding her, she literally jumped as her heart felt like it was leaping out of her chest. The hair on her body stood up with shock as she pulled away from her friend. Had they been seen? How could she have been so careless once again? Had she completely lost her mind? After the loud group of men had passed, Arya hadn’t smelled anyone approaching. And yet, here was someone, standing right in front of her.
Looking around Ílima to see who had spoken to them, she considered the stranger’s words. His voice sounded friendly enough, but he really had bad timing. Trying to suppress her embarrassed expression, she took a deep breath before moving out from behind her friend completely. She realized that she was still holding Ílima’s hand, so she released her hold and folded her arms across her chest, feeling a little more secure with this posture. Besides, she didn’t want this man seeing them holding hands. It was bad enough if he saw them kissing like that, but considering their position in relation to his view, she hoped that he wasn’t able to see what they were doing. Recalling Ílima’s earliest request for her to do the talking, she knew she had to be the one to response to him. Although her heart continued to beat rapidly, she managed to sound confident enough as she addressed the stranger.
“You might say that. We’ve just arrived and would very much like a place to rest for the night. We’re just passing through, so I admit we’re strangers to this place. If you could point us in the direction of an inn that would be greatly appreciated.” Taking another step forward, she left the shadows and allowed herself to be seen by the man. If they were going to be friendly, she should at least seem trusting enough. Of course, she was still guarded, unsure of what his intentions might be. But, she had to admit that he looked normal and friendly. He had an appealing face too. She supposed he would be considered handsome. Surely he wouldn’t have any reason to want to cause them any harm, right? Glancing at her friend, she hoped she agreed with her assessment. She didn’t want her to feel afraid. Maybe she should have held on to her hand for comfort, but it was too embarrassing to be seen by this man that Arya couldn’t bring herself to do it.
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Jasper’s eyes widened slightly as he watched the figures in the dark. Had he seen them pull away in such a way as to indicate they might have been up to more than just talking? The atmosphere was strangely tense, and he did feel a familiar air about them. It was very sensual, which surprised him. This might be even more interesting than he first anticipated. It was difficult to not show his thoughts, but he managed to maintain his friendly smile rather than the devilish smirk that would have been more honest. This was going to be very fun. Not that he saw anything definitive, his angle wasn’t ideal and his eyesight failed him once again, but there was something different about these girls and he liked it.
He still couldn’t make out much while the figures remained in the shadows, but he did notice when the mini skirt shifted so as to pull her head away from the other girl. Wasn’t that interesting. The smaller one seemed to be shy, or just very quiet, as she didn’t move to respond to his greeting at all. Instead, she seemed to prefer hiding. He hoped she would come closer soon so he could get a nice good look at her. Something about her figure already intrigued. Happily, he was rewarded with a response from the mini skirt. Hearing her voice, his smile grew, it was a very sexy voice in his opinion. A bit rough, but sultry. She must be the one in control, as she didn’t seem to be nervous about speaking to a complete stranger, and a man no less. Her answer pleased him greatly, as he learned that his instincts had been correct. They were in need of a place to stay. Well, he could easily give them directions to the inn, it was just down the road, but then he wouldn’t be able to have any fun with them. No, he would definitely need to escort them. A plan was already forming in his mind as he watched the leader of this two-girl pack stepped into the light.
Without speaking, he casually glanced over the girl’s figure. He could see she was fit and her curves were very alluring. The tank top she wore left little to the imagination, filling his body with lust as he imagined what he couldn’t see. She wasn’t particularly busty, but her size matched her physique. Once more, he found his eyes wandered down to meet her thighs between her skirt and her stockings. Very nice. He only looked for a second, just enough to catch a glimpse without staring so as not to alarm them. Seeing what he had, he had a hard time resisting the urge to lick his lips as he wondered what she tasted like. Cooling his lust, he nodded in response to the girl’s words. “Of course! There’s a lovely inn not far from here. I would be happy to show you the way and help you obtain a room.” Pausing for a moment, he unleashed his plan. “You see, I am afraid you may have some trouble finding a room at this hour, and sometimes the innkeeper can be a bit difficult to deal with. Lucky for you, I happen to be old friend’s with the man, so I am confident that I can convince him to take you in.” Considering every angle, he continued. “I too am staying there for the night, so it is no trouble at all. In fact, I was just heading there myself for supper. And, well, as you may have noticed, some less than savory individuals tend to prowl the streets looking for trouble, so…” There, that should do it. He had shown them that he was not going out of his way to help, making him appear innocent, and he indicated that they actually needed him, which wasn’t necessarily true. He had no way of knowing if there were any rooms available, but this story allowed him to come along without suspicion.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 3:37 PM | Message # 73 |
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| Ílima did not move as Arya walked forward to speak to the man. She pouted softly as their hands parted. The Elf could understand why it happened, but it still put her more on edge without the comfort of the other’s reassuring hand. Moving quickly, she kept half-behind the dog girl, reaching out behind her with her right hand that was hidden by the other’s taller form. She wished that her friend was wearing her coat so she could hold onto the back of that but she was not so she was forced to take hold of the bottom of her tanktop. Her finger brushed against the skin of the girl’s back, drawing a soft blush from her as well as more of the current that had run through them during their kiss. Her heart was pounding hard and her cheeks were fiery, but the Elf was doing well concealing it thanks mostly to the scarf as well as her lifelong training in controlling her emotions.
She listened to the man carefully, looking at him from the edge of the pool of light the Cynanthrope and he stood in. He looked human with rather handsome features and rather nice clothing. The tone of his voice seemed genuine, but her chest tightened as she noticed his gaze lingering over the other girl’s body, She supposed it would not be unusual for a man to look at a pretty girl, but part of her still disliked that he did and it was difficult for her to hide her disapproval at it.
As he finished his story, the Elf raised her free hand to the scarf, resting her hand in front of her chin to help keep the warm fabric up to conceal her features. Her magical senses had been trained on him the whole time he spoke. If she knew a person reasonably well, she could tell by the patterns in their mind if they were being honest or not, but having only just met the man it was difficult to tell. A nagging part of her told her that he was not being particularly honest, but that he did not mean to harm them either. Whatever he was planning, it seemed more like mischief than malice. Looking up at Arya, she nodded. Although she had a vibe off him, he would be able to show them to the inn and then she would try to signal to her friend that it would be best to have nothing more to do with him lest they end up in an embarrassing or unpleasant situation because of it.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 4:29 PM | Message # 74 |
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| Arya felt a tingling sensation as her friend’s soft fingers brushed against the small of her back. It was rather difficult to maintain a straight face, as her legs shook slightly. She did manage to keep her balance, although her face felt heated and flushed with color. Her tank top felt heavier in the back, so she could tell that Ílima had grabbed a hold of the fabric probably out of nervousness, but she wished the girl hadn’t touched her like that so suddenly. She wasn’t very good at controlling her reactions to being touched by her right now, as the feeling of the other girl’s lips was still lingering on her own. Not wanting to appear strange to this man, Arya was thankful when she had the opportunity to look away as she checked the Elf’s response to her words. It seemed that Ílima was fine with her asking for help, and that she didn’t object to going along with the stranger. Maybe her senses were returning to her.
Considering this, Arya looked back towards the man as he finished explaining the situation. Picking up his scent now that she was able to focus, she noted a pleasant citrus smell coming from the man, mixed with a hint of vanilla. Unsure of what would produce such a combination, she wondered what the man did for a living. Was he a traveler as well? If he was staying at the inn, it didn’t sound like he lived here, but he knew the innkeeper. Perhaps his job kept him on the road often? Arya’s natural curiosity was growing inside of her, as she wondered about this man’s life. He looked normal enough, but there was something unique about her composure that she was not used to seeing. The men from her previous town were not this polite. Even his manner of speech seemed refined somehow. Letting herself show him a small smile of appreciation, she nodded in his direction. “Thank you for your kindness.” It really was nice of him to offer this much help. If the innkeeper was really that much trouble Arya wasn’t sure how she would get them a room, and she really had her heart set on a soft bed.
When the man mentioned supper, Arya felt her stomach turning, begging for food. This reminded her of how little she had eaten the last two days, and encouraged to trust the stranger further. If he could lead them to beds and food, she was certainly be thankful. She would have felt a little bad about relying on someone she had just met, but knowing that the man was already on his way to the inn made her relax this thought. It wasn’t like he was going out of his way, so they would just tag along for a bit. “Oh, by the way, I’m Arya and this is my friend Ílima. Do you live around here?” She knew he didn’t live in town, or most likely not, but maybe he lived somewhere else in this area. Considering this, she realized she had little idea of what this area was. She knew this was known as the Green Woeld, but what about the town? She hadn’t noticed a sign when the entered, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one. She had already come to realize that she wasn’t paying as much attention as she should have been when they first arrived, so she could have easily walked right by it. “Um, speaking of that, what is this place called?” It occurred to her too late that this might make her seem pretty dumb for not knowing, but her curiosity got the best of her. As she waited for her answer, she also waited for the man to lead the way. She was eager to get going.
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Jasper continued to look as friendly as possible as the two girls seemed to be deciding what to do. He noted that the smaller, quiet one gave him a look over, and he was pleased to see her nodding in approval to her friend. Had she liked what she saw? Well, how couldn’t she? He was more than aware of his good looks, and he knew the effect he had on men and women. It was exactly the kind of attention he wanted, so he always made sure to take care of his appearance. He never knew when he might come across an interesting playmate, so he liked to look his best at all times. Not that he had to do much, as his face was pleasing to the eye naturally. But he made sure he smelled nice and looked clean. That really put him above most of his male competition, as they were less likely to give their appearance much thought at all.
As the quiet girl was still in the shadows, he couldn’t read her face at all, but he assumed she didn’t think too ill of him since she didn’t say anything to the mini skirt. With patient eyes, Jasper looked towards the girl he had spoken to waiting for her to accept his offer. Yes, he was confident that she wouldn’t turn him down. And he was proven correct, as she was already thanking him for his help. “No trouble at all. I am happy to be of assistance to two beautiful women such as you.” Smiling, he bowed just a little as he turned on the charm. He wanted to seem like a perfect gentlemen just doing his gentlemanly duty. If he could charm at least one of them, he might have a chance with both of them. Of course, just one would be fine, as either one of them could give him what he wanted. Although, he found himself a little more drawn to the quiet one at this point. Her silence was mysterious and he liked that.
Hearing the introduction, he smiled at the sound of the girls’ names. They were both unique in different ways, making him wonder where they were from and how they had come to be traveling together. Usually he would have taken each of their hands and given them a nice introductory kiss, but as the one named Ílima was still hiding behind her friend, he decided to hold back a little. If he was too forward it might scare her. Instead, he gave them his signature salute, two fingers in a casual gesture, the same that he had given to the group of rowdy men moments before. “The pleasure is all mine, Arya and Ílima. As for me, I do not live here, no. My name is Jasper, and I make my living delivering goods across the region.” Namely, he was involved in delivering fruits and vegetables, but he was also known to bring harder to find goods to special customers, if the price was right. At the moment, he was waited for a special item to come in so that he could deliver to a costumer in another town. It was already late in coming, so he might have to leave it behind if it didn’t come soon.
Shifting his thoughts away from his own business concerns, Jasper smiled calmly when he heard Arya’s question. It was a bit funny to him that she wouldn’t even know the name of the town she was trying to stay in, but he didn’t want to tease her so he kept this to himself. If she was this bad at noticing details he might have an easier time with her than he thought. But about the other one? “You are the guests of the town of Ashbridge, named so for Lake Ash that you crossed coming in. A nice place, but a bit dull in the ways of entertainment.” Shrugging, he tried to keep the conversation light to make the girls feel more at ease with them. Gain their trust first. “Now, if you will follow me…right this way.” Assuming that they were following his lead, he stepped forward, moving towards the location of inn. It would be a short walk. Glancing back to ensure he was being followed, he decided to try and get something out of the one named Ílima. “I apologize if this is too forward, Arya, but is your friend always so quiet? Or is it just me?” Chuckling softly, he wanted to indicate that his words were meant to be a bit of a joke, as he didn’t really think the girl was purposely not speaking to him. Well, he did think that, but he didn’t want her to think that.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 4:57 PM | Message # 75 |
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| Ílima followed behind Arya, keeping her large and stronger friend between her and Jasper. His words and countenance was charming, but the way he acted reminded her of the members of court who were infamous for seducing many of the ladies at court and quite a few servants too. She held tightly onto the bottom of the girl’s tanktop, her eyes partially hidden by the scarf but her gaze not hindered. The man’s Energy pattern was very clear to her now, the network pulsing brightly around his heart and his mind. He was thinking very quickly, especially whenever the Cyanthrope asked him a question. It was hard to tell, but it appeared he was choosing his words very carefully and that frightened her a little. She was becoming more and more certain that this man was trying to come on to them, but her friend seemed blissfully unaware of this and had asked him where they actually were -- a rather embarrassing question that made the Elf cringe slightly as the man answered it.
She tugged a little on her friend’s clothes to signal that she should be less trusting, but she was not sure if the message would get through with just a tug.
Visibly starting when he asked about her, she glanced at him for a moment before looking up at the Cynanthrope. Their eyes met for a moment, the Elf silently willing her to fob off the question with a reasonable excuse. She had no desire to talk to the man, and it still worried that her that her accent and obvious rhythmic cadence would give her away as not even being human let alone being a native speaker of the local language.
Trusting her friend, they continued on until they stopped in front of a particularly tall building. She looked up, her gaze penetrating the wood and stone walls to the inside. There were many rooms, most of them were full but from what she could see one was empty. It seemed they were in luck, although with only one room things might be tight since it appeared the room was very small. Then again, the space they had shared the past two nights have been even smaller so even this was a blessing to her. She tried to think a way of letting Arya know that there was an empty room but she could think of no way that would not involve speaking. Instead, she just tugged again on her tanktop and gazed up at the window of the room for a moment before looking back down. She hoped the dog girl understood what she meant but, if not, then it was not a big deal.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 6:08 PM | Message # 76 |
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| Arya looked towards the stranger curiously as she waited for him to answer her questions. She hoped he wouldn’t feel like she was prying too much, but he seemed friendly and outgoing. After all, he was the one who had approached them. Considering this, she wondered why he had spoken to them in the first place. She supposed he must have seen them walking around looking here and there, indicating that they weren’t familiar with their surroundings. Still, it was very nice of him to offer his help without them even asking. She kind of wished he would have shown up a few moments later than he had though, Arya still recalled what she was doing before he interrupted. Glancing at Ílima briefly, she wondered if her friend was thinking of that as well. Looking back at the man, she thought that he must have not seen anything or he probably would have reacted in some way. No, he hadn’t seen. That was a relief.
When the man expressed his nonchalance at helping them, Arya felt herself blushing slightly at his compliment. It was no surprise to her that the man would see Ílima and think she was attractive, but he seemed to think they were both nice to look at. Feeling a bit more self-conscious now, she wondered if he might be interested in one of them in a more than casual manner. Still, he didn’t offend her with his behavior. It was nice to be spoken to so nicely, and he bowed politely in a way that suggested he was simply nice to everyone. Yes, that would make sense. Following his lead, she smiled at the knowledge that his name was Jasper. It sounded like a good name, one that she had not heard before, although it didn’t sound as foreign to her as Ílima’s. His line of worked seemed to explain his demeanor as well. Someone who had to travel a lot would certainly be charming and well spoken. Surely he was this kind to everyone then. Curious as to wait he was in charge of delivering exactly, she thought it might be oranges or something considering the way he smelled.
Unsuspecting of any ulterior motives Jasper might have, Arya walked eagerly beside him, with Ílima trailing behind, still holding on to her shirt. She didn’t think it was really necessary to be that guarded, but she didn’t mind if she stayed close at all. In fact, she thought it was rather cute. She wanted to tell her friend what she thought, but she knew it might sound strange to say that in front of someone they had just met. Besides, it might embarrass Ílima, and he she didn’t want to do that. Hearing the name of the town, she nodded in understanding. She had seen the lake when the arrived, and it did seem a bit cloudy, so the name seemed appropriate to her. She hadn’t heard of the town before, but that didn’t surprise her. Really any place outside of her town was a mystery to her. So she was glad to know the name of the new place she was getting to visit now. Feeling the tug at her shirt, she wondered what her friend was trying to tell her, but she wasn’t quite sure.
When Jasper asked his question about Ílima, she couldn’t help but smile a little. Arya knew that they had decided she should be the one to talk, but if they found they could trust this man it should be okay to socialize a little. That is, she didn’t want to have to sneak around every town they visited. That wouldn’t be fun for Ílima, right? So far, Arya got the sense that the Elf was friendly, or at least, she was friendly towards her, so she didn’t seem to not like people. She wouldn’t want her to be forced to remain silent out of fear, but she wasn’t going to force her to speak after having just met Jasper. They would probably part ways soon anyway. When her eyes met Ílima ‘s, she could tell that she was worried about what she would say, but she wouldn’t embarrass her or anything. Anyway, she had to answer his question. “Just a little shy.” That wouldn’t seem strange, and it shouldn’t prompt any further questioning.
Approaching a taller building, Arya glanced inside as she noted Jasper slowing his pace. This had to be the inn. She could see a few rooms inside, but she didn’t spend much time examining it. Glancing up, she noted the sign of the establishment and felt a bit silly for her earlier concern. This sign was very obvious; indicating clearly that it was an inn. It read “The Sleepy Giant” and even had a bed pictured on it. Yeah, very obvious. She supposed that hadn’t really needed Jasper’s help after all. Although, it was nice to have someone near who knew the place. And, he did say he could help them get a room. Looking at Jasper, she felt Ílima tug at her shirt again. Turning a bit, she met her eyes with questioning. She must want to tell her something, but what? When Ílima looked towards the building, Arya did the same, noticing what looked like an empty room. Ah, she hoped that meant it was available for them. Although, Jasper had said he didn’t think there was one open. Still, she didn’t mind letting him help them secure it if he could. She looked at Jasper again, intending to follow him inside when he went.
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Jasper walked along the town’s road with a light step. He walked as if he had no cares in the world, and this was true for the most part. As he walked, he tried to maintain a close enough distance, keeping Arya nearly beside him, but a little behind, so that he could glance in her direction naturally. He was also curious to see what the other girl would do when he asked about her. Ílima, he rolled the name through his mind a couple of times to make sure he remembered it. He hoped that she would be the one to answer his question, but when he looked in her direction he saw that she immediately looked towards her friend. Could she not speak? That would be a shame, but he was pleased to have a chance to look at her face clearly for a moment without seeming strange. He noticed that she looked at him with less trust than her friend, but that didn’t bother him. Her face was quite beautiful, very exotic. Jasper was particular interested in how soft and smooth her skin looked. He imagined that she would be quite thrilling to touch. What kind of expressions would she make if they were together?
Not allowing his imagination to take over, Jasper returned to reality as Arya answered for her friend. Smiling, he nodded in understanding, not wanting to push the issue too much. He was relieved to hear that she was just shy, meaning that she could talk, but that she might just be a little wary of him as a stranger. That seemed fair enough. He would just have to be extra friendly and laid back, and then maybe he could have a conversation with her. The less she revealed at this point, the more he was intrigued. If the girl was trying to avoid his attention, then she was doing the opposite of what she should have been doing. If anything, he wanted to know more about her than her friend. But that could always change.
The walk to the inn was short, as it was not very far from where he had picked the girls up. Jasper noticed both girls examining the establishment, but he didn’t hear either of the express any distaste for it. This was good, because there wasn’t another inn for them to stay at in this town. It really was small. Stopping outside of the building for a moment, he noticed that Ílima had apparently been holding tightly to her friend’s shirt this whole time. They must be rather close. Did she see Arya as some kind of protector or something? In that case, did she feel she needed to be protected from him? That wasn’t a very nice thought. He would have to change that. Smiling, he pointed at the building as he spoke. “Here we are. The not so famous ‘Sleepy Giant’ one and only inn of Ashbridge. It is not particularly fancy, but it is comfortable and warm.” Moving in front of the girls, he reached for the door, opened it, and went inside, holding the door for them before letting it shut out the outside air.
Once inside, the three were surrounded by warmth and noise. The inn was serving supper to those who wanted it, so the sound of dishes being moved around and bustling feet could be heard all around. The food smelled inviting, making anyone with an empty stomach feel a great desire to eat. Two women wearing long dresses and caps moved about the customers energetically, apparently enjoying their work, as they brought plates and bowls of food, along with cups full of whatever drinks the people ordered. Tables and chairs made of wood filled the dining room to the right of the entrance, and it was here that the activity was. Some of the costumers were locals, but many were travelers like Jasper, some staying longer than others. A crackling fire was in the middle of the room, warming everyone and serving as most of the light, although lanterns were strung about the ceiling to offer more lighting. A bar lined the far wall, with barrels of beer and wine stored nearby. A man stood behind the bar, serving those who sat on the other side. To the left was a hallway that contained a few rooms, but most of them were located up the stairs that were situated next to the front desk that faced the front door. Behind the front desk a busy looking man stood calling out orders to one of the women working in the dining room. He was older and overweight. His hair was gray from age, and he was balding. Wrinkles covered his face, and he coughed to show that he probably smoked too much. Overall, he wasn’t an attractive man to look at or be around.
When he caught sight of Jasper standing there, he perked up and faced him with a grin. His voice was rough and boisterous. “Jasper! Back from a day of exploring, eh? Find anything interesting out there?” Laughing loudly, as if to indicate that he was well aware of the town’s lack of entertainment, he then noticed the two girls standing with Jasper. “Oooh, and what’s this? Found something hot, I see.” Without skipping a beat, Jasper leaned across the front desk with a charming smile and a calm voice. “Now, now, Bernard, do not frighten the young ladies. With a face like that who will want to spend the night?” Glancing over his shoulder, he winked at the girls to show that he was only teasing the man, although he was right, the innkeeper did seem pretty creepy with the way he looked at them. “Actually, I was hoping you could do me a favor and find a suitable room for them.” Eyeing the innkeeper, he raised an eyebrow as if to communicate something silently to him. What he was hoping for was that the room he had would be next to his. This wasn’t the first time Jasper had requested this, so Bernard had no problem picking up on the clue. As it turned out, the only empty room was already next to Jasper’s, so he didn’t have to put forth any effort to please his customer. “Well, it is a packed house tonight…” Grumbling, the man pretended to be more put off than he was. He was busy with this crowd tonight, but an empty room meant less money for him. “I can offer them one room. Sorry chickies, you’ll have to share, and it’ll take a bit to get it ready. Why don’t you rest those pretty feet down here and grab a bite to eat?” Nodding, Jasper smiled knowingly at the innkeeper before looking at the girls. Compared to the innkeeper, Jasper hoped he would look like a saint. “I hope that is okay. Can you share? And, you really should try the food. It is delicious here. Maybe you can join this lonely boy and share my table? It has been some time since I have had a nice conversation.” Surely they would accept.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 7:34 PM | Message # 77 |
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| Ílma followed Arya into the inn, still holding firmly onto the back of her tank-top. She continued to look around, but occasionally her gaze would slip down to the small of her friend’s back. The top of her skirt was visible as well as some of her tender skin. Her panties were not visible this time, which pleased her, although she was sure that she caught a very slight glimpse whenever the Cynathrope was walking. She noticed the girl’s backside too, kind of surprised that she liked the way it moved under the short skirt. Blushing deeply, she quickly pulled her eyes away as she realised she was starting to stare. Jasper was observant and the last thing she wanted was for him to think she was starting at the other girl -- hopefully he would just assume that she was looking at the ground like a proper shy girl.
Her violet eyes looked up as another male voice entered the conversation. She frowned slightly at the appearance of the man, finding his humour rather coarse and unpleasant. The girl decided it was best not to listen, instead turning her attention to the inn itself. It was not particularly big but it looked homely and it was pleasantly warm. The staff looked friendly and the food did smell nice -- it would certainly be a big difference after only having dried fruit and nuts to eat for the past couple of days.
She glanced back at the mention of a room, unsurprised when the innkeeper confirmed there was only one room available. The Elf girl nodded at Arya when it was asked if they could share but quickly found herself panicking when he mentioned them having to eat downstairs. She had hoped they could take their food up to their room so she could eat it without having to keep her disguise, but it would be impossible to eat in the inn proper and keep her disguise.
Looking around hurriedly, her eyes fell upon a sign which she had hopefully interpreted correctly as a bathroom for women. Tugging urgently on Arya’s top, she gestured to the bathroom before heading towards it. She had reluctantly released her friend’s clothing and taken the lead, but she knew the Cynanthrope was right behind her so she was not afraid.
Once they were inside, she checked the stalls and was pleased to see they were alone. Turning to her friend, she glanced at the wall of mirrors next to them, noticing her reflection. She blushed a little, realising that she did actually look quite adorable with the scarf as it was.
“What are we going to do?” asked Ílima, trying to hide the edge of panic in her voice. “I cannot eat in public with this scarf. If I take it off everyone will see what I am.” She sighed, removing the scarf for a moment to drag her fingers through her long green hair and wash her face with cold water in the hope of calming her down. Closing her eyes for a moment, she let out a long slow breath before glancing to the side at Arya as she made a suggestion. “I guess that could maybe work... but I’ll need to use some of my magic to keep it in place since it’s not the right kind of scarf for that... I swear it won’t harm it. I know how important it is to you.”
Her reassurances made, she began to process of wrapping it around her head so he face was visible. It did not please her that her face would be properly visible now -- it did not look particularly human even without the ears -- but it was all she could do. With the job done, she looked a bit odd but it was nothing too unusual. Her ears did not stick out too much under the red fabric and while it was a little warm, it was not unbearable. “I hope we can go up to the room soon,” said Ílima, not looking forward to sitting with Jasper while they ate. She knew he would remark on seeing her face and it would be upsetting.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 25.November.2012, 8:31 PM | Message # 78 |
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| Arya was a little annoyed with the innkeeper’s demeanor, especially when he spoke so crudely to her and Ílima. This was more the type of man that Arya was used to seeing around her old town. Older, unintelligent scoundrels who had no manners at all. Rolling her eyes at the comments the innkeeper made, she hoped Ílima wasn’t too bothered by this banter. It was pretty common, from what she could tell, so they would both just have to get used to hearing it as they traveled. The only thing that saved her mood was the mention of beds and food. Smiling with gratitude, she felt she absolutely had Jasper to thank for this. It would have been troublesome to deal with this man directly. This way, she didn’t even have to speak to the creep. Feeling so thankful, she was ready to accept Jasper’s invitation to eat immediately without a second thought. However, before she could articulate her thoughts, she felt a strong tug on her shirt that alarmed her. Looking behind her, she saw Ílima pointing and moving off towards what looked like a bathroom.
Understanding the message, but not really sure what Ílima was thinking, she apologized to the two men and followed her friend without questioning. Surely Jasper would understand and not be offended by their behavior. She still intended to eat with him as he suggested, but she felt like she shouldn’t answer him until she found out what was wrong with Ílima. Was she feeling sick perhaps? After finding her friend in the bathroom, she looked at her with concern. As she explained her concerns, Arya felt that she really should have thought about this problem. Why hadn’t she thought of that? While they managed to come up with a temporary solution, she could see that Ílima wasn’t feeling very confident or happy with the arrangement. She probably didn’t like being worried about revealing her identity. The thought saddened her. She wanted to protect Ílima, but so far she hadn’t done a very good job. Before leaving the bathroom, she knew she had to try reassuring her at least a little.
Once Ílima’s ears were covered, Arya walked over to her friend and wrapped her arms around her body. Hugging her gently, she made sure not to disturb the scarf’s careful placement. “It’ll be okay. No one will suspect a thing if we are friendly. People staying at inns don’t expect to make friends anyway, and everyone has their secrets, so they won’t bother us if we don’t bother them.” Thinking of Jasper, she wondered if he was worrying Ílima as well. “And I think Jasper is just being nice. He doesn’t seem like a bad guy, right?” Squeezing Ílima tightly for a moment, she realized her hold and stepped back to look at her friend’s face, keeping her hands placed on her shoulders as she did so. “I have to admit, I’m glad I get to see her face again. Just smile and I know no one will suspect anything. You don’t have to talk to Jasper if you don’t want to either. He’ll understand. You can if you want too though. I wouldn’t worry so much.” Although, she secretly wished Ílima would speak, as it might make them seem less out of the ordinary. But, she understood her friend’s worries.
Taking a deep breath, she let go of her friend and turned to head out. “Okay, let’s go eat some delicious food!” Her voice revealed just how much she was looking forward to this meal. She couldn’t wait to get some good food. She was even looking forward to talking with Jasper and learning new things. She wished Ílima would relax a little and enjoy herself as well. Returning to the bustling area outside the bathroom, Arya found Jasper waiting for them. She noted that he had just finished saying something to the innkeeper, and that he looked a little concerned, but when he caught sight of her he perked up with a smile and escorted them over to an empty table. Taking her seat next to Ílima, she listened happily to their food options. As Jasper explained what the inn had, she looked at Ílima to see if she could indicate what she wanted so she could order for both of them.
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Jasper was delighted with the way things were going so far. This was so much better than the night he had planned earlier, which was going to end up being rather boring most likely. Now he had something to chase, and nothing was better than a good chase. However, he was a bit discouraged when before answering his invitation, Ílima dragged Arya off to the bathroom. They probably wanted to speak about something privately, but what? He assumed it was about him. Were they beginning to see his true intentions? No, that was impossible. He was being polite and consideration, and he had barely looked at either girl since checking out the mini skirt’s thighs earlier.
Turning to Bernard, he took advantage of this opportunity to speak with him without the girls listening. “Ah, thanks for playing along there. The room’s next to mine, right?” His voice was a little deeper than when he had spoken earlier, as he wasn’t worried about being liked and he didn’t care if he sounded rough. The innkeeper confirmed his hopes, and made another lewd comment about the girls’ appearance, but this didn’t please Jasper. Frowning, he leaned across the front desk a bit more and grabbed the old man’s shirt in his hand. “Keep your perverted hands off them. You hear me?” Groaning, Bernard mumbled something about not being the perverted one here, but he nodded in understanding. Jasper didn’t like anyone looking at things he considered to be his. A bit possessive perhaps. Once he was done playing, though, he could care less who got involved.
Leaning against the front desk now, he propped his elbow up on the hard wood and held the side of his head with his hand. Those two sure had a lot to talk about. Why did women always take so long doing everything? They were coming back, right? For a moment, he felt a little concerned. But, before he could worry too much, he saw the door open and the pretty figures appear. Smiling, he stood up straight without delay and happily greeted them. He was thrilled to hear that they had decided to join him for supper. Wasting no time, he ushered them to an empty table. It was round, and big enough for at least one more, so they had plenty of room to stretch out. He skillfully pulled the chairs out from the table for each girl, but kept his distance after this act and sat down without ceremony. Looking across the table, he spoke to Arya, knowing that she would be the one most likely to be ordering, assuming Ílima was still being shy. “Like I said, the food here is a treat, but they only have a few options each night. You can choose from beef stew, vegetable and bean soup, and herb chicken. For beverages, they have wine, beer, and water of course, although I recommend the wine. What sounds good?”
Looking at Ílima properly for the first time since they sat down, Jasper was suddenly struck by the fact that she was no longer covering her face as before. Wow, she was really quite beautiful. He had hit the jackpot with these two. Not being able to control his gaze, his amber eyes examined her face with interest. Her lips looked soft and full, very inviting. And her eyes were an interesting color that he hadn’t been able to see clearly outside. He could also now see strands of her hair peeking out from under the scarf. Everything about her seemed exotic and intriguing. He yearned for her to speak, as he wondered what her voice sounded like. Was it soft? It was probably quiet, maybe like a whisper. Nearly shuddering from the thought, he pulled himself together with a friendly smile. Thinking it was too obvious that he was staring, he decided to acknowledge it. “I apologize. I have just caught myself staring. Sometimes I find I cannot ignore beautiful things easily.” Hoping this comment would go over well, he looked away from Ílima for now, not wanting to push his luck.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 26.November.2012, 7:07 AM | Message # 79 |
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| Ílima truly appreciated the trouble that Arya had gone to for her. She could have been captured by the slavers herself when she rescued her, turned into some kind of circus animal or worse. Instead, she had looked after her, shared her food and travelled with her. Whenever she looked at the girl, her heart warmed and she felt happy. The girl was her first real friend, and the Elf girl hoped they would spend forever together. The only sad thought was that the other girl would eventually age and die whereas she would still be around.
Pushing that thought away, she opened her mouth to speak but suddenly found herself in a warm embrace. Her body tensed before relaxing completely into the Cynanthrope’s hug. She raised her own arms after a moment, her fingers curling into the back of the girl’s top as she clung to her. The Elf’s body began to shake as her emotions sought to get the better of her. No one had ever hugged her like this, not since her brother, and she had not realised just how much she missed the feeling of being wanted. Her head buried into the other’s shoulder, the mixture of cloth and skin from her tanktop oddly comforting. She could feel tears trying to leak out but she resisted, not wanting to let herself turn into a complete wreck when they were expected out for dinner shortly.
As Arya spoke kindly to her, Ílima clung tightly to her. She was aware that their bodies were pressed together almost head to toe, the girl could feel their breasts pushed together and the warmth of the other’s skin under her clothing. Her right hand had accidentally curled around the band of her friend’s bra but she was too focussed on not bursting into tears and clinging to her friend to let go.
Eventually they parted after a brief squeeze. Looking up at her friend as she held her shoulders, she could feel her warm fingers on what her dress did not cover, enjoying the current that ran through her where her soft fingertips brushed against her pale skin. Her violet eyes shimmered, the girl sniffling a little before she averted her gaze in embarrassment. “I do not think Jasper means us harm,” said Ílima softly, her voice barely a whisper. “But I do think he is just being charming because he wants us in his bed rather than because he is a gentleman. I have met many of his kind before and he acts just like them.” Biting her lip, she looked back up at the Cynanthrope before leaning up and giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “Please just don’t let yourself get charmed by his compliments. I see how he looks at you. It’s only lust that’s on his mind,” she added, biting her lip.
Arya’s infectious enthusiasm at having a hot meal caused her to smile. She was feeling a lot better now, no longer feeling the need to cling to her friend as they walked back into the main room. The girl tried to keep her head down, not attracting too much attention to her face or the rather odd arrangement of her scarf.
She tried not to look at Jasper as he pulled out her chair for her, just giving him a nod of thanks before sitting down. Her training as a perfect lady came through as she sat there perfectly poised. Half the time she did not realise she was doing it and this was one of those times. The girl was still afraid to reveal just who her father was and what she was, even to Arya, but she was sure the time was coming soon with the way she was starting to feel about her friend.
Glancing at Arya, she noticed she was looking at her and gave a small nod to indicate she would have what the girl would have. She silently hoped that the Cynanthrope would order water rather than anything alcoholic. The girl got the distinct impression that her friend had never really had alcohol and the last thing she wanted was her friend getting tipsy when a man out to bed her was sitting at the same table as them.
Jasper’s voice suddenly jerked her out of her thoughts. Looking at him for a moment, she found herself blushing despite herself. Remarks on her beauty always made her blush deeply even if she knew it was not heartfelt or had ulterior motives behind it. There was no such thing as an ugly Elf, but she knew her people had regularly voted her the most beautiful and that had been an extremely embarrassing thing to live with since she was old enough to understand. Many times she had caught those looking at her with undisguised lust when they thought she was not aware. Her people were supposed to be elegant and restrained, it frightened her if humans were worse than that. How would they react to seeing her around? She remembered the slavers and shivered despite herself. Would this man lose control and try to force his attentions on her?
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 26.November.2012, 12:16 PM | Message # 80 |
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| Arya was surprised at her friend’s reaction to her attempts at comforting her earlier. She could still feel the quick kiss that she had planted on her lips without any reserve. Honestly, her ability to do that so openly was really cute. Smiling, she felt her body tingle as she thought of how close they were becoming. Would they continue to become closer over time? She found that she couldn’t think about that too much without feeling hot and a bit embarrassed, so she forced her thoughts to remain on the present. Food, that would be easy to focus on. Hearing the options they had, she knew what she wanted immediately, but what about Ílima? Looking at her, she figured what she was trying to tell her was that she would have the same as her. Hm, well, she hoped she liked her choice then. As for their drinks, a part of her wanted to try some wine, especially when Jasper said he recommended it. Must be good. And Arya hadn’t had any, at least not properly. She remember sneaking a sip here and there, but nothing beyond a curious taste. Ah, she really wanted to try it! But, as she considered this, she remembered what Ílima had said about Jasper’s intentions. Frowning, she wondered if she was right. Glancing at the man, she noticed that he was looking at the Elf with obvious interest.
Grabbing her attention, Arya watched the two of them carefully. Why was he looking at her like that? Somehow she felt annoyed. When he spoke, her eyes widened slightly as she listened to his confident compliment. Of course, Ílima was beautiful, that was obvious, but did he have to say it so openly? And why did he have to say it at all? Ílima surely wouldn’t appreciate that. Yet, when her eyes shifted to her friend, she saw that she was blushing. Furrowing her eyebrows, Arya felt even more annoyed now. Of course, it was natural to feel a little embarrassed with an attractive man was complimenting you, but she still didn’t like seeing that Ílima had reacted in such a cute way to his words. Running her fingers through her hair, she tried to ignore the way she was feeling. She knew it was just childish for her to be thinking this way. She shouldn’t blame Jasper for a simple compliment. Could she even blame him for wanting to pursue something more with them? Well, Ílima had said she was concerned about her, but Arya wondered if it wasn’t Ílima who should be on her guard. Jasper seemed to be much more interested in Ílima.
Wanting to change the subject, Arya was relieved to see one of the women who worked there coming over to their table to take their order. The girl was chipper and friendly, making the mood soften a bit. Smiling at the girl, Arya took the liberty of order two of the same thing, hoping this would please Ílima “Um, yes, we’ll both have the beef stew and…” She paused here, still unsure if she would get the wine or not. “Water. Just water, please.” The thought of Jasper liking Ílima caused her to finally decide on water, even though she felt disappointed at the thought of having something so boring. Still, she felt it was better to be fully in control of her senses if she needed to protect her friend. She didn’t see any need to protect herself. Besides, if someone tried anything with her all she had to do was transform and that would be the end of it for several reasons. Looking over at her friend, she hoped to see that she was fine with what she ordered for them. She heard Jasper order, noting that he did get the wine. She also noted that he continued to steal glances at Ílima whenever he could. He really was interested in her too much. Perhaps she should draw his attention elsewhere. “So, Japser, what kind of stuff do you deliver?” It wasn’t a great question, but it was better than nothing. As she waited for his response, she slide her leg over to the side beneath the cover of the table, brushing gently against Ílima’s leg as best she could. She silently wished she wasn’t wearing her tights so she could actually feel the Elf’s soft skin. Either way, she just felt like she wanted to touch her.
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Jasper was greatly amused at the expression the girl made in response to his small compliment. It seemed that both girls were rather sensitive to compliments, but this one even more so. What a face! Smiling, his eyes flickered with growing interest focused on Ílima. How could he convince her to show him more of that face? He rarely failed at seducing his target, but he could tell that this girl would be a tough job. It looked like she still had no interest in speaking to him, which was a bit discouraging to be honest. He so wanted to hear her voice so that he could imagine what she would sound like in a more passionate setting. And what if he got both girls together? That would be ideal. But no, he couldn’t start thinking about that here or his expression should change too much. He had to take it slow, for now. There was no pleasure in rushing things, and he certainly didn’t enjoy forcing anything. That took all the fun out of the chase.
Dragging his attention away from Ílima for a moment, Jasper flashed an impressive smile at the young girl who had arrived to take their order. He let Arya speak first, unsurprised to hear her ordering for both girls, but a little disappointed to find that they wouldn’t be drinking anything other than water. That was no fun at all. Oh well, he couldn’t push it more without seeming creepy. When the waitress looked in his direction, he saw her face flush with color at the remembrance of their fun together a couple of nights before. Smiling shyly, she spoke his name with an obvious excitement, seeming to completely forget the presence of the other two girls. Turning to face her, he smiled knowingly and pretended to deeply consider what he would order. While he stalled, he stealthily reached his arm farthest away from his dinner guests under the table to squeeze the waitress’s leg. He felt confident that his new friends wouldn’t see what he was doing, but he didn’t risk it too long, softly pinching her skin before pulling away. The girl flushed deeply at his actions, but managed to remain silent. “I think I will try to the chicken tonight, dear. And wine to drink. Thank you very much.” Smiling, he glanced at her one last time before turning his attention back to the girls.
Glancing at Ílima, he noticed she was still silent, but no less cute. He almost wished Arya wasn’t accompanying her, as he got the distinct feeling that she was protective of her friend. In fact, he felt like she wasn’t all that fond of the attention he was giving the smaller girl. Was she jealous? That was a nice thought, but he wasn’t so sure. Taking his focus away from Ílima, he looked at Arya has she spoke to him. Trying to get his attention? Smiling, he gave her what she wanted. “Oh, nothing too exciting I’m afraid. Most of my deliveries are food items, fruits and vegetables usually.” Shrugging, he leaned back in his chair and rested one elbow on the arm of the chair comfortably. “It may not be the most elegant job, but it allows me to travel all over, and that is what I really love. I have been able to see all kinds of unique places and I have met even more interesting people. Like you two.” Looking at both girls, he smiled before speaking again. “What about you? Are you here for leisure or business?”
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 26.November.2012, 5:08 PM | Message # 81 |
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| Ílima was still a little surprised with herself over what had happened in the bathroom. She had been working hard to keep control of her emotions since her banishment but a simple heartfelt hug from her friend had nearly sent all her defences crashing down. The Elf could still remember how hard she had clung to the girl, the feeling of their bodies touching from head to toe, and the cotton of her clothing tangled in her fingers. She had been so overwhelmed she had kissed her without even thinking about it. All she had been thinking at that time was that she wanted to be close to Arya and to let her know just how much she yearned for the sort of acceptance she had just received. As it was, it appeared she had pleased the dog girl and so she was happy with what had happened – it was a little embarrassing however.
She was still a little flustered at Jasper’s words and the way he looked at her sent a little shiver down her spine. Her violet eyes moved to stare at the polished surface of the table they sat at, her hands carefully folded in her lap. It felt so strange to be surrounded by people not of her kind, to be treated like an ordinary person and not to have so many expectations placed upon her. She liked it in some ways, but the attention of this man was starting to get to her and she just wished she could retreat to a room with her friend. Glancing at Arya, she hoped the girl understood that her reaction to Jasper was not one of being charmed but a mixture of embarrassment at the complement itself and herself for still getting flustered after nearly two centuries of hearing such words.
The Elf girl held her breath when the waitress arrived. She seemed friendly enough although she was too shy to return the girl’s smile when their eyes met. Looking away, she listened carefully for what her friend decided to order for them. Her body tensed as she hesitated over what drink to take before she relaxed as water was selected. She felt Arya’s eyes, looking over to meet her golden red eyes. It felt reassuring to see those beautiful eyes, her heart warming and the tension melting under the warmth of her gaze. She nodded softly after the waitress read the order back to them. Her gaze returned to the table when her friend finally looked away and began to talk to Jasper.
At first, she felt a little jealous as how Arya chatted to him, perhaps a little more easily than she had chatted to her when they first met, but a sudden brush against her leg sent a warm shock through her. Almost out of instinct, her leg pressed back against the Cyanthropes, enjoying the familiar soft texture of her stockings. It would have been nice to feel skin on skin, but the Elf girl had to admit that her friend’s taste in legwear was exquisite.
Her attention returned to Jasper as he spoke. She noticed the Energy pattern suddenly shift in the waitress but she was unsure what it meant. Had he done something while they had been talking? The girl certainly seemed excited to see him and they were obviously familiar with each other. She supposed that if he was a regular visitor to the inn they would know each other, but it felt like there was a little tension between them that she could not quite discern.
When Jasper asked them about their own pursuits, she glanced at Arya for a moment before returning her attention to the wood surface in front of her. In truth, there was no bad answer that Arya could come up with so long as she did not go too overboard with her story. Biting her lip for a moment, she knew that Jasper was obviously trying to push her to speak but she was worried if she spoke, he would only give her even more attention. Her way of speaking was heavily influence by her people’s language and someone as well travelled as him might actually recognise her accent – it would be disastrous for anyone to figure out she was an Elf until she could be sure they were far away from the slavers.
Secretly, she yearned for the time just to pass. She wanted to finish their meal and get up to their room. Ideally, she would love to take a hot shower before going to bed too. Her cheeks began to warm as she thought about their room. Would it be a double bed or two singles? Part of her hoped two singles, but another part of her hoped it was one double. She liked the idea of being held by Arya while she fell asleep.
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 26.November.2012, 6:28 PM | Message # 82 |
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| Arya watched Jasper curiously and a little cautiously. She wasn’t worried about herself, though. Keeping her leg gently pressed against Ílima’s, she wondered what she was thinking. Was she interested in their conversation? Was she bored? Somehow it really bothered her that she couldn’t join in with her own voice, but she didn’t know if she would even want to. Not everyone was as curious about new things as Arya was, she knew that. As for Ílima, she probably had already experienced all kinds of interesting things unknown to Arya’s small worldview. That thought didn’t make her feel all that great. What sort of things had her friend experienced in life? Was she used to getting attention from attractive guys like Jasper? It was impossible to deny that he was handsome, and he seemed pretty charming too. He probably knew how to make someone feel good. Blushing at this thought, she looked at the table as she tried to compose herself. Why had she just imagined that?
Noticing the way her friend brushed against her own leg made her feel a little better, turning her thoughts to a more pleasant place. Looking over at Ílima for a moment, she couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to not be alone right now. Her attention was quickly drawn back to Jasper as he answered her question. She was relieved to see that he didn’t seem to mind her asking him questions about his life. If she could, she would like to know as much as she could. Not that she was particularly interested in Jasper specifically. It was just that he had seen so much of the world than her, and he had what sounded to her like a very interesting job. When he mentioned the kinds of things he delivered, she spoke without thinking. “Oranges, right?!” Laughing, feeling a little embarrassed that she had said something so strange suddenly, she hoped she didn’t seem like a weirdo. “I mean, you smell like oranges, heh.” Was that weird? Yes, it was definitely weird. Why had she said that? Wouldn’t he wonder how she could smell him so well without even being at all near him? Ah, what a dumb thing to say.
Thrilled at having something else to say, Arya wasted no time answer Jasper’s question regarding her and Ílima’s purpose here. She already had a basic idea of what she planned to say, as she knew it would be too easy for her to say something ridiculous. “Oh, we’re just on a little vacation. We’ve been friends since we were kids, and we don’t get the chance to go on many adventures, so we thought this would be a good time to start.” That sounded good to her. It wasn’t too specific, but it didn’t sound completely out of the realm of possibility either. They were both young enough to seem adventurous, but not too young to look out of place in the world. It might seem a bit strange that they were without a man to accompany them, but if the matter was pressed she planned to make something up about meeting a relative on their travels. That would work, right? Hoping she had done okay, her eyes searched Ílima’s for some kind of confirmation. With any luck, Jasper wouldn’t make too much of what she said.
Feeling that it was better to talk about him rather than focus on their story, she braved another question. “So you’ve been all around, huh? Where’s your favorite place to go? Maybe we’ll go there for our next vacation.” Smiling, she spoke with enthusiasm, thinking that really was a possibility. If Jasper knew of a really great place to be, maybe that would be their next destination? It would be great to see somewhere really special. The thought made her feel very happy, especially when she thought of going there with Ílima. Perhaps they would find a place to stay for a while, together. That would be perfect. Thinking of how great that would be, she looked at Jasper with hopeful eyes. Arya thought they were lucky to have met someone who could possibly direct to new and fun places.
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Jasper enjoyed the little fun he had with the waitress, but his real interest was still the two girls sitting in front of him at the table. If he played his cards right he felt like he could get pretty far tonight. But he did admit that it was already getting late, and they might make up some excuse to go to bed before too long. If that was the case, he had nowhere to be for at least a couple of days most likely, so as long as they were in town he would continue to work on them. He was very persistent when he found something he wanted, and his desire for each of these girls was growing with every moment. Jasper continued to lean back in his chair, feeling relaxed and calm. He wanted to appear nonchalant to the girls while still appearing interested. Besides, he couldn’t shake the feeling that Ílima still didn’t trust him. If she could speak, as Arya had suggested, then why wouldn’t she speak now? They were off the streets now and safe inside, so there was nothing to fear. They weren’t even alone now, as the inn was packed with guests all talking with great energy. Everyone was having fun, and yet this beautiful girl sat like a scared lamb. Well, Jasper thought to himself that he would just have to pull her into the fun somehow.
A bit surprised, Jasper raised one quizzical eyebrow when Arya suddenly exclaimed something about oranges. Muttering to himself, “Oranges?”, he wondered what she was getting at. Did she want some oranges? Well, the inn had them, if that’s what she really wanted…Ah, he found himself chuckling quite naturally when she tried to explain herself. Taking a bit of the front of his shirt in his hand, he brought it up to his nose and inhaled through his nose. Letting it go, he shrugged with a smile. “I guess I do smell like oranges, but I’m surprised you noticed that.” Laughing more fully now, he wondered if he had really be standing that close to the girl at any point. He supposed she must have picked up on it while they were outside. Either way, he liked this attention. It was an opportunity, so he ran with it. “Well, I hope that isn’t a bother to you.” In other words, he wanted to know if he smelled good to her. “Besides, you say that, but I think you missed something. I don’t just smell like oranges, do I?” He knew that he should have another scent surrounding him because he smoked tobacco. Although, he was very careful about such matters, so he only smoked a vanilla kind so that he would smell sweat to anyone who got close enough. He was curious to see if Arya had picked up on that too.
If nothing else, he could see that Arya was flustered, and this pleased him even more. He found her expression very cute. Jasper considered saying something about it, but found that he was posed another question and an even cute expression. Wow, she really looked excited about hearing his answer, it was kind of surprising. Smiling, thinking it best to pretend he didn’t notice her eagerness, he didn’t have to think about her question long before giving her an answer. “Without question, my favorite place is the city of Goldwynne. It is simply the best city I have ever visited. I always make it a point to go there whenever I am in the region. It is full of life and excitement at every hour. Music, food, shops of every variety, all within the city walls.” As he spoke about the city, his amber eyes sparkled with enthusiasm similar to Arya’s, but for different reasons of course. Just talking about it filled him with excitement. He had so many pleasing memories there. He hoped to return there soon. This town was just too small for him. Looking at Arya with those eyes, he continued. “You should definitely visit. If you do, hopefully I can be your guide.” Winking, he felt a tingle of excitement at the thought of showing both these girls around his favorite spots. Considering the other girl, Jasper looked at her with interest. “Is that the kind of place you two would like to see someday?” He meant the question to be addressed to both of them, but he really wanted Ílima’s answer more.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 26.November.2012, 8:53 PM | Message # 83 |
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| Ílima liked how Arya was keeping her leg against hers. She enjoyed its reassuring presence although she did wish they could hold hands instead. She looked up at the other girl looked at her, pushing her leg against her briefly and giving her a faint smile to let her know she was alright. It was easy to tell that her friend was worried about her. She was grateful for it, although on occasion it seemed that the dog girl was erring on the side of overprotection. She supposed it was understandable considering the pitiable state she had been when they first met, but in situations like this, the Elf was more confident about her own experience in dealing with difficult people – if Jasper started getting physical then she would probably panic, but if it was words then she could cope with that.
The Elf girl was curious about humanity and other races. A lot of her inquisitiveness was split between Arya and the Green Woeld itself, but she still had some left over for the other people she encountered in this place. She was a little put off by Jasper since he appeared to be a little too eager to get to know them, but the others she had seen she would like to get to know one day.
She felt for the Cynanthrope as she blurted out what the man smelled of, the embarrassment evident on her face. Ílima could smell a few things off him including other fruits as well as the faint smell of tobacco mixed with vanilla. She knew her senses were perhaps not to the same level as Arya, but they were vastly superior to a humans so she was fairly confident she had not missed too much.
The few days they had been together had allowed her to get to know her friend’s Energy patterns fairly well. She could tell when the girl was upset, angry or most other basic emotions. At the moment, it appeared that the dog girl was a mixture of excited, angry and embarrassed. Ílima was a little curious as what the anger was, but she figured that would be something she could either figure out on her own, or wait for the other female to be willing to share.
It was hard to restrain herself when Arya came out with the story of why they were together. She was not sure what Jasper thought, but it all seemed too rehearsed to her. The Elf wondered why the Cynanthrope had come up with that particular tale, although part of her did like the idea that they had known each other for years. The only problem with that part was that if he asked her about various details about the pair then it would quickly fall apart since they had not known each other for long at all and had not really talked much about their various interests or backgrounds. They had talked a little today, but she realised that she really wanted to talk to her friend more about her as a person rather than what they were going to do which seemed to be what they mostly talked about.
Noticing that the other wanted some confirmation that her story was passable, Ílima gently pressed against her leg a little more. It would be enough, and she liked any excuse to touch her friend, even if her soft stockings prevented skin to skin.
Glancing back at Jasper as Arya asked a question about his travels, Ílima found herself intrigued in the possibilities too. Although she wished to explore the Green Woeld, eventually she knew she would want to go other places and having a few suggestion s would not be a bad thing. The idea of having Arya by her side while she visited those places was doubly appealing. Her body grew warm and tingly at the thought, colour rising in her cheeks that she tried to hide. She really found the way her body reacted to her friend rather disconcerting. It felt like she was getting to the point of being utterly addicted to the dog girl.
As Jasper talked about his favourite place, the Elf girl found herself curious about this city. Its named sounded like a human attempt at her own people’s tongue, but she knew that was not an Elf city so it was intriguing to think what kind of city it might be and where it was. The idea of him being their guide put her off a little, but the thought of exploring such a vibrant place excited her a little – especially if Arya was there with her. If it was as busy as he said, then it might also be a good place to set up a permanent home they could return to between journeys. The thought of living with her friend appealed to her greatly… She hoped that Arya felt the same.
Their food arrived just as he asked his question about if they would like to visit. She glanced at Arya before realising it would be particularly odd if she did not respond. Still not wanting to talk, all the Elf could do was give a shy nod and brush her leg against the other’s as a sign of apology for putting the focus back on her again. She just hoped that that her friend would stop getting so easily flustered and not let her guard down.
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 26.November.2012, 11:03 PM | Message # 84 |
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| Arya could see that she had surprised and confused Jasper with her sudden outburst, only further convincing her that she had said something stupid. When he started to laugh she really felt dumb, sinking back against her chair in the manner a child might after they have realized that they did something out of place. Her face flushed with color, despite the fact that she tried to look untroubled by the man’s reaction. She was a bit encouraged by his response, noting that he didn’t seem annoyed by her observation, just amused. But, she still felt embarrassed. Worsening her embarrassment, Jasper went on to question her feelings towards his scent. She supposed it was pleasant enough, but she hadn’t really considered that. He certainly didn’t appeal to her senses in the same way as Ílima. Just feeling her friend press against her leg made her feel a little better. It was reassuring enough to help her focus on what Jasper was saying next. And, happily, it was something she could easily respond to. Perking up, happy to be able to answer a question, even if it was unimportant, she regained some of her lost confidence. “Oh, actually, what’s that vanilla scent? I mean, it’s nice and all, but a strange thing to be combined with oranges.” She supposed that should answer his previous question about whether his scent bothered her or not. Really, she just didn’t think much of it at all.
Shifting a bit in her chair a little, Arya made sure that she kept her leg pressed again Ílima’s. When Jasper started talking about his favorite city, she smiled and leaned forward a bit to listen to his every word. The place he was describing sounded like nothing she had seen before. He really made it seem alive with energy. Goldwynne. She would make sure that she committed that name to memory for future reference. It wasn’t clear to her where her travels would bring her, but if she ever came across that place she would know it was worth exploring. Although she was excited by Jasper’s words, Arya was honestly a little confused when he mentioned the possibility of showing them around. That didn’t seem very likely, right? She didn’t really imagine them getting to know each other that well. Plus, she didn’t intend to stay in this town very long, and Jasper would surely go his own way for his next delivery. In other words, she pretty much just ignored his suggestion. She also didn’t quite understand why he had winked, but she knew that it made her feel a bit nervous for some reason.
As the food arrived, she looked at it hungrily, smelling the aroma of the beef. She would have dug in right away if she hadn’t been distracted by Jasper’s next question. It felt like a question directed at both of them, but he was looking at Ílima and not her. Wondering what her friend would say, or do, she looked at her as well. When she saw her nod, she felt her face flush once again. She felt like that was happening to her a lot lately. But this time she felt her heart skip a beat as well. Ílima looked so cute nodding like that to Jasper’s question. So she thought that place sounded fun? And she would like to visit it someday? Arya was struck by the thought that she really wanted to go there with Ílima. Slipping the arm closest to Ílima under the table, she slowly reached over and moved to squeeze her friend’s hand. Instead, she came across her thigh first, and before she realized it, she was gently squeezing Ílima’s thigh and not her hand. Not wanting to pull away quickly, thinking it might alert Jasper that she was doing something weird, she hid her nervousness about doing something like that so suddenly and slowly slid her hand across Ílima’s thigh and away from her to rest back in her own lap. Her heart felt like it was going to jump out her chest at any moment, but she managed to keep a straight face and even speak. “Yeah, that would be a great place to visit. Thanks for telling us about it.” Incredibly thankful to have the food to distract her, she started eating without another word.
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Jasper kept his gaze focused on the two girls, ignoring all of the noise going on around him. Usually he would more than happy to join in the festivities, but right now he had something better to do. Well, two things better to do actually. Noticing how nervous Arya appeared to be because of the topic of conversation, he watched her expressions with interest. He was a little surprised to see how innocent she appeared to him now. When he first saw her he thought she was more experienced, perhaps because of the way she was dressed. Nothing about her clothing was particularly showy, but it wasn’t conservative either. And the way she so openly spoke to him made him think that she was used to speaking to men she didn’t know. All of this suggested she wouldn’t be so easily embarrassed, but now he was seeing something different. Not that this was bad. The opposite was true, as he thought it would be much more exciting to teach both of these girls some new things.
When Arya finally answered his question, he was a little disappointed that she didn’t offer him more of an obvious compliment, but at least she didn’t say his scent offended her. And, surprisingly, once again she was able to pinpoint his scent exactly. Smiling, he nodded. “Yes, you’re right. But the vanilla has nothing to do with my deliveries. That is more of a personal habit.” Not thinking it necessary to elaborate, Jasper closed this subject for now. His smoking habit wasn’t all that relevant at the moment, and he didn’t plan to smoke in front of them as he found that most women weren’t fond of the activity. Although, he always smoked at least a little after having sex. That was a must. Naturally, this thought made him imagine himself smoking with the two girls in bed with him. A happy thought indeed.
A bit lost in his lusty thoughts, Jasper was a little shocked when the waitress suddenly appeared with their food. Jolted, he recovered himself quickly. It was a pity that his thoughts were interrupted, but it was probably a good thing. He shouldn’t be daydreaming about the girls when they were still right in front of them. He might end up making a strange face if that continued, or worse. Content with the distraction, Jasper diverted his attention to the waitress once again. His amber eyes noted that she had fixed her hair from the first time she had come to the table. She must have tried to look her best for the next time she saw him. The thought amused him, but no matter how good she looked he didn’t plan on sharing a bed with her tonight. Not when he had these new prospects nearby. Not to mention, if he didn’t manage to seduce them tonight, he didn’t want to ruin his chances for the future by being too loud in the next room. And it would most certainly be loud. But he did want to have a little fun with her. It would help him calm down his thoughts about the girls if he could let off some steam.
Standing up, he decided he would wash his hands before eating. “If you will please excuse me ladies.” Without thinking to explain himself, Jasper walked past the waitress, brushing against her ever so lightly with his shoulder. When he had put some distance between them, he glanced behind him for a moment, noticed that the waitress was looking in his direction, and gave her a knowing look. That is, he wanted her to follow him to the bathroom so they could have a little fun. Knowing that she would comply, Jasper walked on to the bathroom and leaned against the wall inside as he waited for her to arrive. He didn’t plan to do much, just something quick. It was clear the waitress was still interested in him, so wouldn’t it be a waste to ignore that opportunity? Even though he was usually bored with being with the same person twice, his imaginings of the two girls had excited him enough that he was fine with it this time.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 27.November.2012, 6:44 AM | Message # 85 |
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| Ílima tried her best to comfort Arya as she sank back into her chair in embarrassment. She could really only touch her with her leg without attracting the attention of Jasper who would not stop looking at her. It felt good to have some kind of contact with her friend. She felt comforted herself and it appeared that it was working for the other girl as well. The Elf girl was sure that before this would have been deeply embarrassing and uncomfortable for her, but the dog girl was opening her mind to new possibilities and she realised that the little displays of affection that some people showed to one another was not a bad thing. Before, it used to send chills down her spine whenever someone touched her, even if it was just a touch on her hand to comfort her when she was down or to get her attention. Her people were a lot more conservative that the Cynanthrope was when it came to physical contact, but she remembered how even her people thought it strange how flustered and frightened she would get when people who knew her for years would occasional display a little familiarity with her. When she thought about it, how many potential friends had she ended up rejecting in her younger days because of her insecurity? She had no idea, but with her newfound understanding, she could not help but feel that perhaps her life could have been very different. The Elf made a mental note to express her gratitude to her friend for opening her eyes.
The sound of the Cynanthrope moving about a little shook her out of her thoughts. She liked that she moved a little bit closer, letting their legs touch a little bit more. Her heart was still beating a little fast, her body flushed with heat, but she loved the giddiness the soft stockings send up through her bare calf into her body. She really liked Arya. Her chest grew tight at the thought. The girl was so kind and caring. She was utterly adorable too, and, despite herself, she found herself smiling brightly at the thought as her violet gaze slid over her friend as she leaned forward to listen more closely to Jasper’s words. She took in his words as well, but much of her attention was on her beautiful friend.
It took a supreme effort not to visibly jump when she suddenly felt her friend’s warm hand on her upper thigh, squeezing her slender leg through the silky material of her dress. She felt the heat suddenly rise in her body, feeling it pool around her lower half and a strange trickling sensation. Her already flushed cheeks became redder as Arya’s hand slid slowly down to her knee before withdrawing. She could feel the heat in her growing worse, concentrated between her legs to the point she realised that her panties were starting to feel a little damp… Biting her lip, she decided eating was the best way to calm herself and her body.
When Jasper announced he was going to the bathroom to wash his hands, Ílima felt relief wash over her. She watched him leave, noticing the little touch between the waitress and him before he walked into the bathroom. The way the girl looked around furtively afterwards told her all she needed to know. Shaking her head, the Elf girl was now pretty sure that the man’s intentions were not honourable.
She looked at Arya, their eyes meeting for a moment before she blushed and smiled. Her leg gently pushed against the other’s again before she opened her mouth to speak, keeping her voice so low that it was very unlikely a human sitting at the table would hear it – she knew her friend would thanks to being far more than human.
“I almost jumped out of my skin when you put your land on my…” She blushed deeply. “I… Thanks,” said the Elf girl finally, lapsing into silence and taking a few mouthfuls of the surprisingly tasty stew. It was not as good as she was used to, but she was aware she would have to get used to the cooking of other races and she was far too hungry to start getting fussy.
She sighed. “Do you want to go to that city someday…” Her body began to grow hot again. “Just the two of us?” The Elf bit her lip. “I know I would like that.” She reached under the table and took the Cynanthrope’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing gently. “Thank you, Arya. You’ve made me see things so differently.” She blushed. “I wanted you to know I’m grateful for that.” The Elf girl would hold onto her friend as long as she could, but she knew they would have to part once the man returned from having whatever fun he was having with the friendly waitress.
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| Syngey | Date: Tuesday, 27.November.2012, 7:03 PM | Message # 86 |
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| Arya’s curiosity heightened when Jasper failed to give her a clear answer about his scent. She wondered if it was something personal, although she really couldn’t imagine how that could be. Was it an embarrassing topic to talk about? Again, that didn’t really make sense to her. Shrugging the issue aside, for now, she supposed it wasn’t that important anyway. Jasper’s scent was merely a way for her to identify him, so she didn’t need to every detail. Honestly, Arya felt like she shouldn’t be prying into his life too much. That might make her seem a bit strange, and she knew that for her sake, and for Ílima’s. Her friend might be in danger if too much was discovered about them, so this wasn’t the time to be attractive unnecessary attention. Feeling resolved in this thought, she hoped that she hadn’t done anything to make Jasper notice them when she accidently touched the Elf where she hadn’t intended.
Glancing over, Arya caught sight of the other girl biting her lip after she had pulled her hand away. She was a little concerned that she might have upset Ílima by touching her so suddenly, but there wasn’t any trace of that in her face. In fact, she noted that she looked like she was perhaps trying to restrain something. Uncertain of what that could be, wondering if possibly it was her holding back some of annoyance at her actions, she hoped that wasn’t the case. Actually, Arya thought she looked kind of cute sitting there so quietly after having been touched so near such a sensitive area. She was very much away of where her hand been, and how close it had been to touching an area she had never touched on another girl. Swallowing hard, she felt like she was the one who needed to hold something back now, making the arrival of the food all that more welcome.
Arya was a little surprised when Jasper suddenly stood up. Was he leaving? For a moment, she wondered if she had possibly done something to upset him. But, no, on second thought, it seemed much more likely that he was just washing his hands or something. He didn’t seem bothered by anything, but she did think he looked eager to go. Her eyes followed his figure as he moved across the floor, noticing that he bumped into the waitress, but not thinking anything significant about the act. Thinking nothing more of his departure, she went about eating the stew in front of her. It was very delicious, and the second the broth hit her tongue she felt happy with her choice. It was very tender meat, which pleased her taste buds, and it was warm and filling, which pleased her empty stomach. A warm meal really gave her a boost of energy. Contend, she continued to eat until she caught Ílima looking her way.
Stopping, she felt somehow captivated by Ílima’s gaze, blushing when she noticed her friend’s face flush with color. Setting her spoon down, she felt glad to hear the Elf speaking again. Her voice was really quite nice to listen to. It had a pleasant ring to it, and the way she said everything sounded nice to Arya’s ears. Her accent was different, but it was more the tone of her voice that she liked. There was just something unique about it that made her want to listen carefully to everything she said. So, she did just that. Her ears had no problem picking up her quiet words, despite the noise surrounding them. Realizing what Ílima was referring to, she felt her heart jump, worried that she was going to tell her not to do such things. But, when her face flushed with color again and she thanked her, Arya didn’t know what to think. Was she thanking her for touching her? In that case, could she do it again? She wondered. The thought sent her mind reeling, immediately curious to know how the touch had made Ílima feel. That is, did it feel…good? Blushing at her own thought now, she found she couldn’t even think about picking her spoon back up right that moment. She needed to cool down first.
Feeling a bit strange, Arya noticed that her hands were shaky slightly under the table. Why had she thought about that, and why was it making her feel so nervous and excited at the same time? Looking away from Ílima for a moment, she found her eyes could not leave her long, as she was back to looking at her face, so cute with the scarf wrapped around it. Hearing her question, she smiled, and then, as she listened to what else Ílima had to say, felt her body temperature rising. The Elf really looked adorable as she talked about the possibility of them visiting the city together. When her hand was clasped in Ílima’s, her smile grew, thinking that this was a truly happy moment they were sharing. She was now very glad that Jasper had left when he had. It had offered them this opportunity. Arya had the distinct feeling that her heart might just melt hearing the kind words Ílima had for her. Had she really made that much of a difference? She couldn’t see how, but she was very glad to hear her friend saying such nice things.
Arya wanted so badly to kiss Ílima right now, but she knew that would be a bad idea in such a public place. How long would it be until they could go up to their room? Squeezing Ílima’s hand, she couldn’t find anything she wanted to look at more than her lips. As her gaze rested on them, she imagined how soft they felt, remembering the sensation she felt as they touched hers. It was really quite difficult to control herself. She had never felt so intent on doing something. She felt warm all over, only increasing her awareness that she wanted to touch Ílima, to hold her. Licking her lips, her golden-red eyes glimmered with desire. But she couldn’t. Taking a deep breath, she managed to finally respond to Ílima’s words. “I would love to go there, or anywhere, with you. If you’ll have me.” Smiling, she brushed her leg against Ílima’s, wishing she could do more. “I feel like I’m the one who should be thanking you, though. It’s lonely having the secret I have, fearing what people will think. So, I guess I’m saying, thanks for still wanting to be around me.” Her words were genuine, feeling that she really had found someone special in Ílima.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 27.November.2012, 7:59 PM | Message # 87 |
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| Ílima wondered why she had found Arya’s hand shaking when she took it. The girl seemed to be nervous about something but she was not sure what. Had her words been a little too much for her? It was true that she felt similar although living in a perpetual state of nervousness all her life had made it a little bit easier for her to hide when she was in a public setting. She could feel her friend’s intense gaze on her face, blushing and smiling bashfully whenever their eyes met. It felt like they were getting closer with every moment they spent together. Before, she would have cringed at even the slightest touch but now she was easily taking the other’s hand and holding it tight. She had gone so long without a connection to someone and this girl had managed to get her way through her barriers and create one. The Elf admired the bravery it must have taken to kiss her the first time – the act that crossed the space she liked to keep between her and other people. Perhaps the outrageous situation they had met in had been the catalyst, but truthfully, she expected it was the Cynanthrope’s dogged – she hated herself for such a pun – determination and enthusiasm that had led to where they were now.
She could feel the other’s red gold eyes looking intensely at her pink lips. The Elf appreciated the sentiment, her desire to kiss the dog girl was strong and it frustrated her that they could not do so. Part of her wished that their room could be ready right now and they could finish their dinner upstairs alone. Jasper would be disappointed, but she cared little for him now that she knew what he was looking for. She had no interest in doing anything with such a shallow man, including speaking to him. It pleased her that her words had torn away any interest her friend had had in that man and returned it to her. While she had not been jealous of their interactions, the green-haired girl just felt happier that attention on her meant less of a chance of Jasper somehow charming Arya into his bed. The thought of her friend being bedded by that man made her stomach turn, her chest growing so tight she almost began to gasp for breath.
The Elf girl looked down as their legs brushed together. She smiled, looking up at Arya and blushing deeply when she saw the look in her beautiful gaze. It appeared she really had captured her friend’s attention completely. She felt similar, although perhaps not as intensely as the other girl appeared to feel.
“Of course I’ll have you,” a little relieved as Arya’s gaze softened slightly – she was worried that her friend’s hound instincts were taking over and she would find a very enthusiastic girl jumping on top of her, eager for affection. “I can’t imagine travelling with anyone but you. I was on my own for a little while before I ended up where you found me.” She did not think it wise to mention the slavers in case someone heard them. “I’ve been so much happier, and felt so much safer, since we met.” The Elf girl licked her lips. “And so I hate the idea of us not being together.”
The nervous desire in her violet eyes softened to warm affection as Arya spoke of her gratitude at the acceptance of her species. She could understand the nervousness, especially after the incident with the slavers, and it saddened her that no one had ever accepted it until her. “I think it is wonderful what you are and what you can do,” said Ílima genuinely. “I appreciate you staying in this form and slowing down so I can keep up with you while we talk, but don’t ever feel like I wouldn’t want you to change if you wanted to.” She blushed and looked away, biting her lip before continuing. “I don’t think the innkeeper would like dog hairs in the bed, though… Sorry,” added the Elf girl with a nervous laugh.
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| Syngey | Date: Tuesday, 27.November.2012, 10:14 PM | Message # 88 |
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| Arya felt very lucky as she looked over at her friend. She was beautiful and kind, accepting of who and what she was without question. It was hard to believe that she had met such a person, and even more surprised that she felt so strangely attracted to this girl. What was pulling her towards her all the time? This didn’t seem like a normal way to feel about another girl, so she really couldn’t explain what was happening. Was this how true friendship felt? If so, she hoped the Elf felt the same way. Smiling, she was glad to hear her say that she would have her. Although, she felt a pang of sadness listening to Ílima talk about being alone before. That wasn’t a thought she liked. As she continued to speak, explaining how she felt safer with her, she felt a sinking feeling in her chest imagining Ílima walking through the forest alone. Was she scared at that time? Did she wish someone was by her side? Frowning, it wasn’t a pleasant thought.
While the other girl spoke of admiring her, and her other form, Arya felt a great deal of appreciation welling up inside of her. What an amazing person. How had she gotten so lucky? When Ílima said something about slowing her down, she shook her head, wanting to explain that it didn’t bother her at all. She wasn’t in any hurry to get anywhere, considering she had nowhere in mind to go. Well, maybe she did now. Maybe she would go to that city, with Ílima. But even if they didn’t go there, she didn’t care where they went. As long as she was with her friend. As long as Ílima wasn’t alone anymore. She hated that thought more than anything. Smiling softly at the comment about the dog hairs, she leaned close to her friend, stopping near where she imagined her ear would be, as it was still covered with the scarf. As she moved close, Arya picked up the pleasant scent of her scarf mixed with Ílima’s scent. Speaking quietly, so that only her friend could hear, she hoped to make her happy with her words. “I don’t want you to be alone ever again. I’m going to be right here from now.” She wanted very much to kiss her now, but she took a deep breath and moved away just in time to catch the scent of oranges and vanilla.
Facing forward quickly, she picked up her spoon and pretended to have been eating the whole time Jasper was gone. As he appeared in front of them, Arya smiled, trying to look natural even though her heart was beating rapidly, feeling a little embarrassed at having expressed such commitment to a girl she barely knew. She meant it though. She couldn’t stand the thought of her being on her own. Arya wanted to protect her if she could. As Jasper took his seat, she started eating again, enjoying the taste, happy that it was still warm. Wondering if she should say something, she looked across the table to see if Jasper would speak. Catching his eye briefly, she noted the amber color and thought it was nice, but she also noted something in his expression that she couldn’t identify. He just seemed very content with something. Thinking nothing of it, she focused on her food until she could think of something to break the silence between them.
“Ah, um, I was wondering something, Jasper. Is there a place to buy clothes in town?” Remembering her conversation with Ílima regarding her own clothes, she thought that maybe she would see what this town had to offer. Maybe she would find something new that she liked. Something that Ílima would like. Glancing at her friend, she smiled, before turning her attention back to Jasper. She hoped he would know. Actually, he looked like he was a good dresser, so maybe he knew something about fashion. His clothes seemed to fit him perfectly, and she thought it was a nice look for a man. The men she was used to seeing never dressed that nice. She wondered what Ílima thought about his clothes, trusting her judgment over her own in these matters. Thinking, she decided she would ask her later when she had the chance. She felt like she really wanted to know what kind of clothes Ílima thought were nice.
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Jasper had only waited for the waitress for a moment, but he already felt his body getting impatient. Sighing, he glanced at his attractive reflection in the mirror, smirking at just how good he looked. Really, who could resist him? Hearing the door creak open, he shot his amber eyes in its direction and spotted the waitress peaking inside. When their eyes met, he called the girl over with a wave of his hand. Obediently, the petite figure of the girl made its way towards him, blushing, as if she had any innocence. That was laughable, not only because Jasper had already had his way with her. She wasn’t exactly shy about her intentions with him after all, following him in here, not even bothering to lock the door.
Wasting no time, not because he preferred to rush, but because he really didn’t have much time, he pulled the girl’s body towards him, pressing his lips against hers without saying a word. Opening his mouth, he worked his tongue into her mouth, massaging her tongue with his. As they embraced, he moved his left head upwards, curling his fingers around her long blonde locks, enjoying the soft texture. Putting no space between them, she would be able feel that he was already hard, pressing against her thigh. It hadn’t taken much, as he was already excited before he even left the table. His mind was still filled with traces of thoughts of his new friends. In fact, he was barely thinking about the waitress at all. He couldn’t even recall her name. Sliding his right hand up the girl’s back, he felt her soft skin, exposed by the fact that she wore her shirt low on her shoulders. Without needing to look, recalling the construction of the bodice from their first encounter, Jasper untied the bow that kept it tied behind her neck and which kept her breasts perky and erect. Letting the straps fall, her breasts were released from their bonds, as she wasn’t wearing a bra beneath her uniform.
Feeling this movement, Jasper pulled away from the kiss, taking the taste of her lips with him. Looking down, he brought his lips to the top of her breasts that were revealed, kissing each one of them before pulling the rest of her shirt down with his teeth, revealing the breasts in all their splendor. He guessed they were probably a C cup, a little big for her frame, but he wasn’t complaining. Glancing at the girl’s face, which was covered in a heated flush of color from the excitement, he commented on her lack of a bra. “Naughty girl. Were you expecting me?” Not waiting for an answer, he licked the waitress’s right nipple, which was a soft pink color, matching her pale rosy complexion. Jasper found her incredibly attractive, that was undeniable, but, despite her appeal, when he closed he eyes he saw not her, but the two girls he had left behind in the dining room. His active imagination put them in a similar position as the waitress, with the exception that the mini skirt was behind him, kissing his neck seductively. In the waitress’s role he put the quiet one, imagining her silent composure breaking down under his touch, making his erection grow as it fought to escape his pants. He wished it wasn’t just his imagination.
Opening his eyes, Jasper returned to the reality of the situation, only slightly disappointed. Realizing he didn’t have much time left before the girls would become suspicious, he moved things forward to get to the pleasurable ending he sought. Running his tongue upwards, over her chest, neck, and back to her lips, instead of kissing her, he grabbed her bare shoulders and spun her around and pushed her back against the wall, not too rough, he wouldn’t hurt a lady unless she asked for it. He wasn’t done positioning her, though. Next, he slowly pushed down on her shoulders, a direction she responded to by sliding down the wall, stopping just below his waist. Not wanting to wait for her less skilled fingers, Jasper took the liberty to unbuckle his belt, pulling it loose before unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. Glancing down, he noted that the waitress was smiling at what she saw, obviously remembering the last time, when it was inside of her. Knowing what he wanted, she leaned forward just enough to pull down the black boxer briefs in order to reveal his erection. Satisfied that she would give a good performance, Jasper closed he eyes once more as he leaned forward to help her out, placing his right hand against the wall for balance while his other hand held on to her head, weaving his fingers through her hair.
With his eyes closed, he once again imagined a different reality. Now the mini skirt was in the waitresses’ position, blushing fiercely. Like a good teacher, Jasper moved her head back and forth as she used her mouth to please him. The moment he felt her lips touch his skin, his body tingled with pleasure, warmth flowing through him, causing small beads of sweat to form on his forehead. The girl was a quick student, picking up on his desires easily. Aware of the time constraints, and quite honestly very aroused by his imagination, he felt like he would be finished sooner than usual. Through his labored breathing, he managed to call out a direction. “Your tongue. Use it more.” Tightening up, he felt her comply, rubbing her tongue against him as she moved back and forth, faster now that his hand guided her. Titling his head back, breathing in sharply, finding it difficult to stand as his knees grew weak. “Good girl.” As he neared climax, Jasper’s mind imagined the quiet one nibbling gently, playfully, on his ear as she stood behind him, pressing her body against his back, reaching her slender arms around him, rubbing his chest sensually. This did the trick. Moaning with pleasure, he felt a warm shudder pulse through him, coming out into the girl’s mouth in the form a white, sticky liquid. Letting out a deep, relieved breath, he opened his amber eyes and moved back slightly, pulling away from the waitress. He had to keep his hand on the wall to ensure he wouldn’t fall. He released his hold on the girl’s hair, though, using his now free hand to put his clothes back in order, tucking his shirt back in and bucking his belt to finish the look.
Everything was back in its proper place, buttoned and zipped. The waitress slowly slid back up the wall, wiping her mouth, apparently she had swallowed most of the liquid. Her voice, heard for the first time since this started, spoke in a sweet tone, asking, “What about me?” Collecting himself, Jasper felt he was able to stand on his own, so he moved his hand away from the wall and used it wipe the sweat that had formed on his brow. Sympathizing with the girl’s desires, but unable to satisfy her right now, he gave her a little gift. Pressing his lips against hers softly, putting one hand on each breast, he just kissed her once, tasting himself on her lips, before moving down, pushing up her purple dress and white slip with his head. Seeing her white panties, lined with frilly lace, he smiled before kissing them gently, and then licking the fabric, teasing what was hidden underneath. With this gift delivered, Jasper pulled away completely, standing up straight. “Sorry my pet, I have a prior commitment. If you’re good, I might be convinced to visit you later. I appreciate your fine work.” Winking, he turned around to check is face in the mirror. It was a little red, but nothing too noticeable. His clothes were in order, and his hair looked essentially the same. Walking out of the bathroom without another word, he left the waitress flushed, heaving with arousal, and exposed, but not displeased.
Taking a deep breath, Jasper felt much more relaxed as he approached the table than when he had left it. Smiling at the girls, he took his seat, looking as cool as a cucumber. Taking his glass of wine, he drank from it heavily, enjoying the taste greatly. Drinking half of its contents, he then moved on to his food. He was pleased with the taste. Looking up at the girls, he recalled his recent fun with a secret smile masked by a calm expression.
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 28.November.2012, 7:25 AM | Message # 89 |
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| Ílima was thinking about her friend as they looked at each other. She was so different from her, coming from a completely different background and a completely different species. Her knowledge of other races was superior to most of her kind thanks to her personal research, but the first person she met was a race she never even knew existed. That had kind of thrown her, but on the other hand it was exciting to meet someone so unique and unusual. She was also thrilled to find out that the Cynanthrope was a wonderful and kind person also. They were getting closer all the time and it was a thrilling ride. When she stopped to think about it, however, she began to wonder just what was going on between them. Their behaviour to each other felt like it had gone beyond friendship, but it was all so new to her that she did not know what to think. She enjoyed the kisses and the touches. The hug from earlier still warmed her – she wished it had lasted longer. Someone who actually showed her affection because they cared rather than they wanted her body or access to her family.
Her heart began to beat more quickly as Arya leaned in to whisper into where her ear lay hidden under the red scarf. She smiled brightly, turning to look at her friend and smiled brightly. The dog girl’s lips looked particularly attractive while she spoke, her own violet eyes struggling to tear themselves away and meet the other’s gaze. She remembered when it was hard to look at her red gold eyes, but now she hated the idea of not being able to look into them. How could things change so quickly in just less than three days? It was exciting to think things could move that fast, but it was a little frightening also.
Squeezing her friend’s hand tightly, she reluctantly released her so she could eat and so the returning Jasper would not notice their conversation. Her leg remained against the other’s enjoying the warmth they shared and the softness of her stockings. There was still a very bright smile on her face and her face was flushed, but she hoped that perhaps the man would mistake the warmth of the food for the reason her cheeks were red. She began to eat in silence, hoping that by keeping her mouth occupied that the grin that kept trying to take over her lips would be unable to do so.
She looked up from her food when Arya asked about buying clothing. While she had no real desire for more clothing, having something suitable to sleep in would be pleasant. The Elf girl used to wear one of her brother’s old shirts to bed, the silky fabric feeling lovely and it being so big on her that it was more like a short dress than a shirt – she only wore it in the privacy of her bedroom so she did not let the shortness of the fabric concern her. She would like it if she could find something like that to sleep in tonight. Her mind turned to imagining her friend in a similar state of dress and she felt her heart starting to pound again as she thought about the Cynanthrope’s long beautiful legs. She knew a lot of people did not seem to think much of her, but perhaps they did not appreciate the real beauty in the girl’s lean form and the big heart in her chest.
The sound of a door opening drew her attention away from the table, the blonde waitress from earlier leaving the bathroom looking rather furtive. She frowned, more than certain just what sort of person Jasper was now. Turning her attention back to the other two, she made a mental note to let her friend know just what the man had been up to – she was confident that would end any sort of chances he had in charming the innocent Cynanthrope into his bed.
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 28.November.2012, 1:52 PM | Message # 90 |
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| Arya felt happy when her friend smiled at her words. She was glad that she could make her smile. She hoped that she would be able to continue being beside her like this for a long time. Her excitement grew as she wondered what kind of wonderful places they would visit over time. She was also excited to think of all the interesting people they would meet along the way. They were already off to a good start, in her opinion, as Jasper seemed like a unique person. She couldn’t really understand what his interest was in them, but she couldn’t imagine it being bad. Although she did get the feeling that her friend didn’t like him that much. Arya thought that she would ask her about that later when she had the chance.
Feeling her hand slip away from Ílima’s, she was a little disappointed to have to do that. She liked holding her hand, it made her feel a little more secure somehow. Not that she felt particularly insecure at the moment. It was just, well she couldn’t really explain it, but she just felt better holding onto her. At least she could still brush her leg against hers, which she did, happily feeling warm from the contact. When she glanced over at her friend once again, she smiled, wondering if she was enjoying the food. Before they had arrived Arya was looking forward to eating most of all, but now she thought she wanted to get to their bedroom so they could be alone again. Was that selfish of her to want to keep Ílima all to herself? Even though she liked Jasper well enough, when he looked at the Elf Arya felt a little annoyed somehow. It was fine to just look at someone, so why should she care?
Refocusing her attention, she saw the waitress return to the table to fill up their glasses. The waitress smiled kindly towards both girls as she worked, making Arya think that she must be a very friendly person. Was it fun having a job like this? She probably got to meet lots of new people from all around. Looking at the girl’s face, Arya considered the fact that it was nice looking, a little flushed for some reason, but overall it was cute. Not as cute as Ílima of course. Returning the waitress’s smile, she took a drink of the water, still kind of wishing she had tried the wine. Setting the glass back on the table, she watched as Jasper’s wine glass was filled. She had thought he looked like he was enjoying the taste of it when he drank it before, so it probably tasted good. Curiously, she watched the dark red liquid flow into the man’s cup, while the waitress smiled in a different way at this customer. Arya thought that she must know Jasper, as he probably came here often since he was staying here.
As the waitress left, Arya looked back at Jasper, waiting for him to answer her question. If there was a place nearby, maybe they would go there tomorrow. She didn’t really have any plans beyond tonight. They had made it pretty far from where the slavers had captured Ílima, but maybe they should keep putting distance between them. If they were looking for the Elf, they might check all the nearby towns, however many there were, Arya really had no idea. But, she didn’t want to rush out of town immediately either. She was having fun here, and the thought of sleeping in a bed for a couple of nights sounded nice. This was something she should probably talk to her friend about later. If Ílima was at all concerned about her safety here, they would leave right away. Arya wasn’t willing to put her comfort before her friend’s security. Thinking about it, she had a lot of things she planned to ask her friend about later. Smiling to herself, she felt even more that she was looking forward to going to their room.
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Jasper was completely satisfied as he began to eat his meal. His luck had been great this evening, and even if he didn’t manage to snag one of his new friends, he would consider it a good night. He still had no intentions of giving up, of course, but he was realistic, and he didn’t except every girl he met to jump in his bed and do his bidding like the waitress had previously. But he really would prefer having one of these girls, preferably both, together. Yes, that would be the best scenario. The two girls did seem awfully close, so they would work splendidly together. He supposed that was from being friends for so long. Arya had said something about them being friends since childhood. That certainly was a long time. He wondered if they had ever experimented with one another. Curious girls could have all kinds of fun, he figured. Thinking of that, he realized that they would be sharing a bed tonight. He knew the room only had one bed, and he couldn’t imagine one of them sleeping on the floor when they could just share the bed. He wondered what each girl slept in, if anything at all. It might be hard to sleep tonight knowing they are so close. Well, hopefully he wouldn’t have to worry about that, as they might be in his bed.
Hearing Arya speaking to him, Jasper looked at her with a soft smile. He thought it was cute that she was asking about clothing stores. Were they in need of something? Looking at both of them, he thought they were dressed nice enough, although he did see that only Arya had a bag and it didn’t seem that large. Now that he considered this fact, he thought it was a bit strange. Hadn’t the girl said they were on vacation? And yet, they had almost nothing with them. A little strange indeed. Was she lying to him for some reason? This revelation only furthered his interest in the girls. If there was more to their story, they became more of a mystery to him, making him want to unwrap that mystery and discover some of the truth if he could. Perhaps they were running from something.
Before he could think about this too deeply, Jasper noted the waitress’ return. Glancing at her, he saw that she had managed to pull herself together for the most part. Her clothing was back in order, and her hair was pulled back neatly once more. Of course, he knew what she had been up to, knowing that she was anything but calm on the inside. Surely she was still yearning for him to finish what he had started in the bathroom. Maybe he would do that, but he wasn’t so sure. The only thing he noted that showed any sign of what she had been doing was her face, which was still a bit flushed. The secret the two of them shared, something the girls couldn’t possibly be fully aware of, excited him. When she poured his wine, he remained calm, not showing any of his thoughts. Looking across the table, he noticed that Arya was watching the waitress as she poured his wine. Was she interested in the girl or his wine? He got his answer when she continued to watch as he took a drink of the wine. If she wanted wine, why hadn’t she ordered it?
Setting the cup down, he pushed it across the table as the waitress left them. Pointing at it, he spoke to the girl. “Would you like a taste? I don’t mind.” Smiling, he looked over at Ílima. “You are free to have a taste too, if you want.” He wouldn’t force them, but he thought that Arya did look like she wanted a taste. He wasn’t so sure about Ílima. Remembering the question that had been asked of him earlier, he took another bite of his chicken, thinking of where the girl’s might like to shop. Finishing his bite, he came up with something that would work. “There is a place you might like. It is called Rose’s Boutique, and it is just around the corner. But, they are closed now. Most places are already closed at this hour. You can visit tomorrow if you like.” He would be more than happy to escort them, but he didn’t offer, knowing that might come off a bit strong.
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 28.November.2012, 6:26 PM | Message # 91 |
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| The Elf girl watched Arya’s reactions to the man. It appeared that her friend was surprisingly innocent considering her difficult upbringing. Apparently, she must have lived quite as sheltered life if she could not recognise a man who was trying to get her into his bed. She bit her lip and wished she could say something. Her dislike was growing for Jasper as he kept doing his best to maintain their attention on him and him alone. Whenever his gaze turned to her, she felt herself starting to get cold. She would look at her friend when he was staring at her, trying to avoid his amber gaze and instead concentrate on someone she did want to look at her. The dog girl appeared to dislike it when the man’s attention turned away from her and moved to the Elf. Was she jealous because she was not getting the attention or because she disliked the idea of someone trying to get between them? She kind of liked the idea that her friend was jealous for the latter reason, it gave her a nice warm feeling in her heart.
She noticed that the Cynanthrope’s innocent curiosity had turned to the wine that Jasper was indulging in. Ílima licked her lips, feeling distinctly uneasy about her friend partaking of the alcohol. She got the distinct impression that her friend had never really taken alcohol before, and it would be a really bad idea if someone inexperienced with intoxicants drank some while spending time with a man lusting after her in rather unsubtle ways.
Another chill ran down her spine as the man offered a taste of the dark red liquid to the pair of them. She immediately shook her head, really having no interest in getting herself involved – it was unlikely to be strong enough to affect her, but she did not want to make her friend think she would be fine drinking it, as she would be. Looking at Arya, she gently pressed against her legs, giving her a small frown that she hoped she understood. The Elf girl hoped that the other did not take it as some kind of controlling or disapproval, she was just worried about her.
Her attention returned to the human male as he told them about a place they could visit for clothing. She was visibly disappointed to hear that the shop was closed for the night. If they were going to be sharing a bed then Ílima really wanted to have something more comfortable to wear. She had slept fully clothed every day since her banishment and it would be nice to be able to relax properly into a warm bed. Her violet eyes slid over to her friend, her mind wandering to what Arya wore to bed when she was not travelling. Her mind flicked to the thought of her sleeping naked. It caused her cheeks to flush slightly, her heart starting to beat quickly in her chest once more.
Sighing softly, Ílima decided it would be best to finish off her meal before it got cold. Hopefully, when they were all done their room would be ready and they could retire for the night. If it was not ready, then she hoped there was somewhere they could visit to find something for her to wear to bed – she really wanted to be somewhere else but this table.
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 28.November.2012, 8:10 PM | Message # 92 |
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| Arya took a few more bites of her stew, noting that it was getting cooler now because of how slow she was eating. Usually she would eat at a faster pace than this, but there had been so much to distract her during this meal. And it didn’t look like these distractions were over, as she noticed Jasper sliding his cup towards her very deliberately. Setting the spoon down in the half-empty bowl, resting it against the side of the bowl so it wouldn’t fall down into the soup, she looked at Jasper with hopeful expectations. Was he going to offer her a taste? She was a little embarrassed that it was so obvious that she wanted some, but she was too excited about the prospect of tasting the wine to care. When he told her she was free to try it, she smiled gratefully and glanced at her friend, hoping to have her share in this new experience with her. After all, Jasper had said they could both try, right? They could both just have a sip, it would be fine. She wondered if her friend had tasted much wine before. Someone she felt like she was more experienced in things of this nature.
A bit disappointed, Arya saw that Ílima was shaking her head in response to Jasper’s offer. Maybe she didn’t like wine? Well, she did want them both to try it together, but there was nothing wrong with her not wanting to partake. Remaining optimistic, Arya decided that she would still like to have a taste. She was old enough to be drinking anyway, so she should be doing this sort of thing. Now that she wasn’t trapped in that awful house anymore, with all of those stupid rules, she could do whatever she wanted. Feeling pressure against her leg, she looked at the Elf, wondering if maybe she had changed her mind. Unfortunately, that didn’t appear to be the case. In fact, she got the distinct sense that her friend didn’t want her to try the wine either. Honestly, this made her feel quite disappointed. It was bad enough that they weren’t going to both try the wine, but now it seemed like she might not get to either. But why wouldn’t Ílima want her to taste it? Did she really dislike drinking or something? Ah, but she really wanted to try it for herself.
Torn, she looked at her friend in an apologetic way. She was sorry to go against her wishes, but she didn’t want to say no to Jasper’s offer, and she couldn’t let herself continue not doing things just because other people didn’t like it. It may be a bit over the top, but Arya truly felt that if she didn’t taste the wine now, she would just be the same, repressed person she had been back home. It would almost be proof that she hadn’t changed at all since going off on her own. And she hated that thought. No, she wanted to try the wine so she would. There was no reason to be so concerned. It was just one drink. She didn’t plan to have anymore than that, so what could the problem be? Making her decision, she reached forward and took the glass in her hand. A bit nervous, mostly because she was worried about Ílima’s disapproval, she looked at the wine, smelling it, wondering what it would taste like exactly. “Just one taste won’t hurt.” As she said this, she smiled, glancing just for a moment in Ílima’s direction, hoping to convey to her friend that she would be fine. Putting the cup to her lips, she let just a small drop into her mouth before confirming that it didn’t taste bad. After deciding this, she took a full drink just as she would from her water glass.
The wine tasted a bit strange to her, but she didn’t dislike it. Setting the cup down, she wrinkled her nose as the alcohol-taste remained on her tongue. It was definitely a strange taste. From the few sips she had managed to steal in the past she couldn’t even remember what wine tasted like, but she thought that this was probably better quality anyway, so it would taste different. It was good though, she definitely thought that, and it made her feel warm inside, and a little tingly. She knew what alcohol could do, but she was sure that she was still in control of her faculties. It was just one drink after all, and even if she hadn’t really had wine before, she wasn’t a child. But she knew she shouldn’t have anymore tonight. Arya’s main focus was still Ílima, and she wanted to be able to protect her if anything happened. Pushing the cup back towards Jasper, she smiled. “It is really good! You were right. Thanks for the sample. Maybe I’ll get my own cup some other time.” By saying this, she wanted it to be clear to both of them that she didn’t intend to have any more tonight.
Refocusing her attention, she went back to eating her stew, wanting to finish it before it was completely cold. She was glad to hear that there was a nice shop nearby, but a little disappointed to hear that it was already closed. Well, that was okay, they could probably visit it tomorrow if Ílima was interested. She didn’t want to drag her friend somewhere she didn’t want to go, but if she didn’t want to go she probably wouldn’t go either. She wanted to look at clothes, and hear what Ílima thought about them, so being alone would be kind of pointless. She almost just came out and asked Ílima if she wanted to go with her, but remembering that Jasper was there, and that her friend couldn’t talk right now, she saved the question for later. Maybe Jasper could show they were the shop was tomorrow too, or at least give them more specific directions, but she wouldn’t bother him with that until she knew if they were going. “Thanks for all of your help, by the way. You’ve been awfully nice to us, Jasper. ” Smiling, she wished that she could do something to help him in return, but she couldn’t think of anything that he would want or need that she would have.
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Jasper hoped that both girls would try some of the wine, and then go on to get their own glasses. He wouldn’t care if they drank all that was left in his cup, as he could always get a refill easily enough. Not that he was trying to get them drunk necessarily, he found no pleasure in taking advantage of someone, but if a little wine helped them loosen up, well he wouldn’t argue with that. However, as he looked at Ílima, he found that he wasn’t going to see that tonight. She was obviously not in the least bit interested in trying any wine. Maybe she didn’t drink, although he thought that was strange. Oh well, he wasn’t here to judge. What about her friend? Would he still drink if the other didn’t? It had been painfully obvious that the girl wanted to try the wine, as if it was her first proper taste, so it would be a shame if she didn’t partake now. Watching both girls, he could see that Arya was having some kind of internal struggle.
A small smile spread across his lips when he saw the girl bravely take up the cup. Going against her friend must have been hard, so she apparently really wanted to try his wine. He liked the thought of have her lips touch the same surface his lips touched. He held back the comment to make a joke about their indirect kiss, but he thought better of it. Ílima really didn’t seem to be enjoying his company, so he didn’t want to make matters worse. As he watched the girl taste the wine, he wondered why it was that the friend seemed to hate him so much. He hadn’t said anything inappropriate, and he was being polite and kind. True, he had less than innocent intentions, but he wasn’t a bad guy and he didn’t plan to hurt them. In fact, if they went along with him, they would both feel a great deal of pleasure. Jasper just couldn’t understand why the girl was so put off by him. Wasn’t she interested in men? If she was, how could she not be attracted to him? The thought annoyed him more than it should have. It wasn’t common for him to be rejected, and he felt like that was exactly what was happening here.
Well, at least Jasper had Arya’s attention. When she pushed the wine back his way, he took it up and drank most of its contents, relishing in the fact that the girl’s lips had just been where his were now. Setting the cup down, he went back to his chicken. He was almost finished eating when he heard the girl speak to him again. Looking at her, he couldn’t help but smile at her gratitude. It was cute of her to thank him when he really hadn’t done that much. All he had done was show them to a place to sleep and shared a meal with them. Nothing that heroic at all. But still, he enjoyed having her feel this way towards him. If Ílima was going to snub him, he might still have a chance with Arya. In fact, if he could convince Arya…the friend might be persuaded as well. That might work. Feeling a new burst of confidence, he spoke after finishing his last bite of chicken. “No need to thank me, dear. Sharing a meal with you has made it more than worth my time.” Smiling, he now finished his wine, noting that both girls were also nearly finished with their food. Now what would they do? “I am sure you are both tired, so we can go check on your room if you want. The waitress will put the bill for your meals on your room, so you don’t have to pay until you leave.” A new plan was brewing in his mind. His first approach had clearly not worked with Ílima, and it may be failing with the other as well, so he would just have to take a different approach. He wasn’t giving up.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 29.November.2012, 7:26 AM | Message # 93 |
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| An unpleasant feeling of disappointment settled into the pit of her stomach as Arya deliberately ignored her silent plea not to drink the wine of offer. It was not she thought alcohol was particularly bad or that she had never drank in her life, but she was worried that the Cynanthrope would like it too much and end up ordering her own. Thankfully, her friend was more sensible than she had given her credit for, point blankly stating that she would not drink anymore. That calmed her fears that her friend would loosen up a little too much. She was already a little over excited like a puppy in a new place and she had been worried that her enthusiasm would get the better of her. Thankfully, the Elf had been wrong and that cheered her up a little.
With the attention turned onto Arya, Ílima was able to quickly finish off her stew without feeling like every mouthful was being surveyed by Jasper. She disliked the idea of someone looking at her friend as a target for bedding. The Elf would accept if her friend actually wanted that kind of experience with him, but it felt more like he was trying to charm and bedazzle them before taking their purity and discarding them. She had no intention of giving her body to anyone but someone she loved and wanted to have a relationship with. Casual liaisons was not something that interested her at all. Her eyes flickered back to her friend, wondering what the Cynanthrope thought about such things. It seemed she was a little more cautious around men when it came to her appearance, but that may be after the Elf girl mentioned about her problems with her clothing. When she thought about it, she found that it was bothering her less and less now -- it was still a little embarrassing in the open but if they were alone together in a room or the small hollows them camped in then she figured she could live with it now. If she was honest, she wanted to see more of her friend now and after being touched on her thigh and the hug they shared, Ílima wanted to be close and touching her friend more and more. The desire embarrassed her, but it made her a little excited too.
At last the dinner had come to an end, leaving her the excited feeling of being able to enjoy a hot shower and a warm bed. She bit her lip, partially hoping that they would be sharing a bed. Another part of her liked the idea of sharing a shower too but that thought was far too embarrassing so she pushed it away quickly before her heart started to race.
Looking up at the mention of checking up on their room, she gently pressed her leg back against Arya and stood up, hoping that the Cynanthrope would follow her as they approached the bar where the large innkeeper was eyeing up one of his waitresses. When he noticed them approaching, his unsubtle gaze slid to the two girls although he appeared a little wary when Jasper appeared nearby.
“I’m afraid your room isn’t quite ready yet, chickies. That room we tend not to rent out often so it’s a little dusty. The cleaner is working as hard as she can and it should be ready in a little bit.” He could tell that Jasper wanted to stick with the girls for now so he quickly manufactured an excuse. “If you’re bored, girls, then you should check out the store next door. It’s owned by my sister and she caters to travellers. You might be able to find some things to keep you occupied.” His eyes looked them up and down. “She sells some pretty good clothes too...”
Ílima looked at Arya, gently touching her arm before nodding in the direction of the bathroom. She wanted to readjust her scarf and she needed to go anyway. Heading through the room, she blinked in surprise when she saw the blonde waitress there. Blushing a little as their eyes met, she went into one of the cubicles and closed the door -- she had hoped to have a mirror while adjusting her scarf but she could not risk letting the waitress see her.
She sat on the toilet, undoing the magic that held it in place, letting the red wrappings fall around her shoulders again. Working carefully, she made sure the fabric was covering her pointed ears and also hid most of her face. The girl could tell that Arya liked it when just her eyes and cheekbones were visible above the soft red scarf. With it now against her nose, she breathed in the pleasing scents of her friend and the other fresh nature smells in them. Feeling happier already, she flushed the toilet and pulled her panties back into place before adjusting her dress to sit properly once more.
The waitress appeared to have left when came back out. Taking advantage of the solitude, she washed and dried her hands before fixing her hair and making sure the scarf was sitting properly once more. Looking at her reflection, the girl was finding herself warming to wearing a little splash of colour with her normally favoured white. She felt like spending time with Arya was beginning to change her outlooks on life and she kind of liked how those changes were making her feel. Getting a scarf like this sounded fun, although she would probably have to get a head scarf too to help with concealing her ears. She wished she could openly walk around, but until she was sure the slavers were well and truly lost then she could not risk revealing her nature.
Taking a deep breath, she sighed softly before leaving the bathroom. She smiled slightly as her eyes met Arya’s before remembering her face was hidden again. The girl hoped that her happiness at seeing her again was obvious in her violet gaze. Falling in next to the dog girl, they both headed outside in the direction of the store. She hoped it was nice and that she could find something suitable to sleep in tonight -- she really wanted to get out of her everyday clothes for a little while.
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 29.November.2012, 6:42 PM | Message # 94 |
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| Finishing up her stew, Arya felt content with the meal. It was really nice to have a good meal, and it had been fun talking with Jasper and Ílima, although it would have been better if the Elf could have actually participated in the conversation. When would it be okay for her to speak in front of other people? Was it just a matter of putting enough distance between them and the slavers? At this point, they didn’t even know if they were being pursued, so it might just be a waste forcing the girl not to speak as a precaution. Arya not only felt bad that her friend couldn’t talk, but she also missed hearing the sound of her voice and knowing what she thought about what was going on. Like when they talked about the clothing store, what did Ílima think? She might not even be interested in going to a place like that. She didn’t even know if she was happy with her meal. Well, she could guess that she was fine with it based on her expression, and the simple fact that she ate it without complaint, but even something that small kind of bothered her for some reason. She just wanted to know that Ílima was happy.
Taking a drink of her water, her eyes looked towards Jasper, hearing him speak. He really seemed to like complimenting people. It couldn’t have been that great eating with them. Only one of them had even spoken, and Arya wasn’t that great at conversation. She was probably pretty boring compared to most people, as she was so inexperienced when it came to matters of the world. Still, Jasper didn’t appear to mind that she asked so many questions. He actually seemed pleased to having taken a role in allowing her to drink the wine. She had to admit that she was glad to have him around right now. Noticing that all three were done eating, she thought that Jasper’s suggestion to see about the room was a good plan. He was right too, she was getting sleepy. The day had been long, had they had been walking nearly the whole time in the hopes of reaching a town before dark. Obviously it had paid off, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t tired now. Her body ached a bit too. Following her friend’s lead, she stood up and walked across the dining room to the front desk area.
The man from before was still there, Bernard was his name, she thought. Apparently the room was still being cleaned. That was a little disappointing, although she did appreciate the effort the staff was putting forth just to get their room ready. Arya wondered why the room wasn’t rented out that often. Was something strange about it, or did they just usually not have a full house? She almost asked the man about this, but decided she didn’t really like the idea of talking to him if she didn’t have to. Something about him was a little unpleasant, especially the way he looked at her and Ílima. Frowning, she turned her gaze away from him to look at her friend. That was much better. She did like that he mentioned something about shop. That sounded fun and helped raise her spirits after feeling a little discouraged about having to wait to get to the room.
Happily, Arya got the sense that Ílima was interested in visiting the shop by the way that she touched her arm. Smiling, she watched her walk off towards the bathroom again. Should she follow her this time? She didn’t seem to need to say anything to her, so she decided she should probably should stay with Jasper. In fact, she wondered what he was going to do. Would he come along with them? She wasn’t going to ask of course, as he probably wanted to get back to his room, or maybe he had plans. After the Elf entered the bathroom, the innkeeper disappeared as well, most likely checking on the guests or attending to some other duty. This left Arya alone with Jasper. Somehow this felt a little strange. It wasn’t usual for her to be alone with a man, even in a public place like this. She certainly wasn’t used to be alone with an attractive man. Not that she thought about his appearance that much, but it was pretty obvious that he was good looking, that couldn’t be denied. Did that mean she was attracted to him? That meant something different, didn’t it? Considering it, she wondered if she was attracted to Ílima. She was, wasn’t she? But should a girl be attracted to another girl? Her thoughts were interrupted by a light touch on her shoulder. She had been spacing out a bit, staring at nothing in particular as she thought. Now she was facing Jasper, wondering what he wanted, as she assumed he was trying to get her attention.
Jasper followed the girls away from the table without hesitation. He had finished his meal and his wine, so there was no reason to hang behind. Besides, he wanted to tag along as long as he could. He needed to play his cards perfectly. When they arrived at the front desk, he knew what Bernard was thinking as he looked at the girls. Reminding the old man of his earlier warning, he sent him a chilly glare, not wanting him to creep out the girls. He could easily ruin everything. But, he was pleased to see that the innkeeper understood what he wanted, and even happier to hear him suggest a way to pass the time. This was exactly what he was hoping for. It was good luck for him that their room wasn’t ready yet, even he couldn’t have planned that. Well, he could have, but he hadn’t thought about it. Anyway, he was glad for the opportunity that had presented itself. Things continued to move in his favor as the smaller girl went off to the bathroom again, this time alone. Immediately realizing the potential that this situation offered, Jasper nodded towards Bernard, signaling for his quick departure. With a knowing grin, the old man disappeared without a word.
Turning to face Arya, who was currently standing on his left side, he leaned against the edge of the desk, resting his arm on the wood surface. For a moment, he remained silent, noticing that the girl seemed to be completely lost in her own thoughts. Whatever she was thinking about must be pretty important because she didn’t seem to notice that he was looking at her at all. Smiling, he relished in the chance to check out her body up close. His amber eyes took in her attractive legs, slowly moving his gaze upwards, pausing to admire the soft skin that was exposed between her skirt and tights. He was particularly fond of this view. She was standing with her side facing him, as she looked at the wall opposite the front desk. From this profile view, he could see the outline of her breasts, petite yet perky. Size wasn’t the only thing that mattered after all. Resting his gaze on the girl’s shoulder, he found that her hair was gently resting on her skin in a rather attractive way.
Unable to hold back, Jasper reached his left hand forward and gently moved a piece of the girl’s brown hair back behind her shoulder, brushing his hand against her soft skin. The slight touch caused him to shudder just barely. His body yearned for her. The touch brought the girl back to reality, causing her to face him now with a questioning look. She didn’t seem mad that he had touched her, simply curious. She must be waiting for him to say something. Smiling, he did what she expected. “You have very pretty hair, Arya. I think you are very cute.” Perhaps boldly, he took one step towards the girl, closing in the distance between them. Reaching his hand out a second time, Jasper pushed some of the girl’s hair back behind her left ear, exposing more of her face. This movement drew his attention to her eyes, noting their splendid color. “And I think those must be the alluring eyes I’ve seen in a long time.” Looking straight into her eyes, he was curious to see how she would react.
Arya felt her face flush at the sudden compliment offered to her. Was her hair really anything special? She never did anything to it, she barely brushed it. It was nice of Jasper to say that it looked nice, though. What did Ílima think of it? Feeling Jasper’s hand move her hair back, feeling his fingers brushing lightly against her face, sent her heart beating rapidly and alerted her to the fact that he was now standing a little closer to her. When did that happen? And why did she feel so nervous? Her face flushed with color, unable to control her reactions. She didn’t want to react this way, but she was. The compliment about her eyes made her widen them in surprise. She had always considered her eyes to be strange, weird, something that set her apart in a negative way. But that didn’t seem to be what Jasper thought. Catching the image of the waitress walking past them, she felt strangely embarrassed. Their eyes met for an instant, and it almost looked like the blonde girl was angry. Was something wrong? Unable to return her gaze to Jasper, she chose to look down instead. “I-I don’t think they’re so great. But, um thanks?” She really didn’t know what to say.
Feeling the girl’s face heat up, he kept his fingers on her face for a moment, loving the thought that he was causing such a reaction. Her face was very cute right now, he wanted to see what other expressions she could make, but this wasn’t the best time or place for that. He briefly caught the image of the waitress walking by, but he paid her no attention. Arya had turned her eyes away from him, apparently unable to meet his strong gaze. This amused him greatly. Turning his own gaze downward, he took full advantage of his height, checking out the girl’s cleavage. Feeling his heart jump, he was feeling increasingly turned on. He would need to pull away soon or he might lose control. That wouldn’t be good, he didn’t want to scare her. But her breasts were so inviting, he wanted so badly to reach out and touch them, kiss them, lick them. But no, he couldn’t. Forcing his eyes back to the girl’s face, he caressed her check softly. “No need to thank me. I’m just making an honest observation. I think it is nice to compliment my friends.” Without hesitating, he took a gamble and leaned forward, kissing Arya’s right cheek every so softly before pulling away his lips and his hand.
She couldn’t look up. If she looked up she would see Jasper’s amber eyes staring into her, practically devouring her. She wasn’t afraid, but she was in turmoil. Somehow this didn’t feel right. She shouldn’t feel so nervous just from some silly words. They were just compliments. And they weren’t words she cared to hear from him. She wanted someone else to say them. She knew she wanted Ílima to say these things to her, and to touch her like this. But she wasn’t completely capable of ignoring Jasper’s obvious charms. She hated herself for even thinking that. He was probably just being polite, right? This must just be the way people acted in the real world. Trying to calm down, she convinced herself that he was just acting like anyone would. Even when she felt his lips pressing against her cheek, she told herself this was normal. He wasn’t interested in her. He was just nice. That didn’t mean she wasn’t shocked though. In fact, she let out a soft gasp, remembering the last person who had kissed her. As Jasper pulled away, she did the same. Stepping back, she looked at him in a confused way. “Why did you do that?” She was serious. She couldn’t understand that.
Smiling, Jasper stepped away from the bar, putting both hands in his pants pockets. Shrugging at Arya’s innocent question, he thought of how to play this hand. “Why? Because I like you. You’re a sweet girl, so I thought I would show you that. Just think of it as a greeting. Like a way of saying hello.” This should work. Glancing behind the girl, he noticed the other one coming out of the bathroom. Perfect timing. “Would you mind if I escorted you next door? It can be pretty dangerous for two girls, alone, on the streets at night. I wouldn’t feel right letting you go alone.” Nothing about his appearance showed that he had done anything out of the ordinary.
Arya was completely confused. Jasper’s explanation sounded true enough, and he didn’t look like he was lying. Was she overreacting? That must be it. Feeling relieved that it had just been a kind greeting, she managed to smile, feeling her face returning to its normal color. Her heart would take a little longer to calm though. Nodding, she accepted Jasper’s offer, thinking he was probably right. It might be dangerous. Turning around, she saw her friend returning, a sight that greatly relieved her. Somehow it felt better to not be alone anymore. She was very happy to see her friend. “Let’s go.” She didn’t know if Ílima had heard Jasper’s offer, but she figured that she would put the pieces together as they all left the inn together. The shop really was right next door, so it only took a moment to get there. The air was chilly, but not too cold. The streets smelled much like the inn, the scents of food and drink filling the air, but then mixing with the natural surroundings. Moving towards the door, she heard Jasper say something about waiting outside. She didn’t know why he wasn’t coming in, but she was kind of glad. If he wasn’t around Ílima would be able to talk to her. This thought made her happy. Smiling softly, she entered the store with her friend.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 29.November.2012, 7:55 PM | Message # 95 |
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| Ílima heard Jasper offering to accompany them to the shop next door. She frowned slightly, but unsurprisingly, her friend accepted the offer so she felt it best just to leave it for now. Her face brightened up when she saw Arya’s smile at her reappearance. It was wonderful to feel wanted, to watch people smile instead of frown when they saw you. So often, the Elves around her would turn away, muttering amongst themselves when they saw her. She was the ‘rebel’, the ‘fool’ and the ‘fallen one’. Even now, the thought still made her hurt. All the time before her banishment, the Elf girl had tried to do what she thought was right. Sadly, no one else agreed with her point of view, or at least none who would openly support her, and so in the end she suffered for it.
She moved to stay close to her friend. With the human male walking behind them, the girl did not want to take hold of her friend’s clothing again – she would miss the opportunity to touch the smooth skin of her back – and instead decided just to rely in her irritation at Jasper to help her get thorough her fear.
Looking at her friend as they stepped outside, her violet eyes narrowing slightly as she noticed something odd about the girl’s Energy pattern. Frowning, she looked closely but could see no obvious reason for it. Something was clearly bothering her friend, but she was not sure what and Ílima did not feel she could ask while their escort was loitering around in the background. Did something happen while she was in the bathroom? Shrugging it aside for now, she looked up as they approached the store.
The building appeared to be bolted onto the side of the inn. Looking around, the Elf did not find that particularly surprising. Most of the town seemed to be crammed into a valley leading to the basin that Ash Lake sat in. A number of small streams flowed down between the buildings, turning the alleyways into small little rivers. There were a number of rivers flowing down the middle of the road covered by metal grills to make it easier to cross them. She looked up, finding the sound of the flowing water and the smells of the forest mingled with cooking quite uplifting. It was perhaps not the same harmony as an Elven city, but this was the closest she could ever hope for amongst human architecture. It surprised her greatly after all the stories of grey fingers stretching into the sky and lifeless streets of concrete and metal. This town was really quite lovely and she could see herself being happy here, especially if Arya was with her.
Opening the door, Ílima walked in first with the Cynanthrope in tow. To her surprise, she noticed that Jasper elected to stay outside. She did not know the reason, but whatever it was, she was suddenly rather quite happy that she was alone with Arya once more. Reaching out tentatively, her fingers brushed against her friend’s, offering to take her hand if she was okay with that.
“Welcome,” said the shopkeeper. She smiled at them, a mixture of tiredness and friendliness in her face. “Bernard sent you I guess. We send customers to each other. This place is sort of for travellers who have forgotten, lost or need something in a hurry. You can find most things here. There’s a couple of floors above. The ground is mostly books, magazines and a few travel things. Next floor up is men’s clothing and the floor above that is women’s clothing.” The woman glanced over their shoulder, her blue eyes narrowing slightly when it fell upon Jasper. “Lingerie up there too. You would not believe how many couples appear too late at night to go to the nice boutiques. I’ve made a killing.” Laughing, she turned away and headed back towards the counter, flicking some of her reddish brown hair over her shoulder. “Sorry if I embarrassed you, girls,” she said, noticing the blush on Ílima’s cheek despite the scarf. “I guess I got the wrong impression…” She picked up a brown coat from under the counter. “Just to warn you both that I’m shutting up in about half an hour.”
Ílima was a little taken aback by the shopkeeper. She was a rather curvaceous and attractive woman – not what she expected from someone who ran such a shop and actually dealt with the innkeeper next door. The Elf wondered why the woman had narrowed her eyes when she looked at Jasper, but she figured that the woman would not tell her even if she asked.
Remembering time was of the essence, the Elf girl looked at her friend. “I want to see if I can find something to wear to sleep in,” she said softly, her voice muffled by the scarf. “I’ll try to find my own scarf so you don’t have to loan me yours. I know how special it is to you.” Not knowing what Arya wanted, and knowing they had little time to wait, the girl headed quickly up the narrow wooden spiral staircase to the top floor.
The top floor was not particularly large. It consisted of four circular racks in the middle with clothing as well as some things hanging from the wall. One corner had a tiny cubicle which she assumed was some kind of fitting room. She ignored the racks with the various articles of clothing and headed straight to a section of the wall with pyjamas. Some of them were very plain and practical, whereas a few were rather pretty and silky. The Elf found herself attracted to a white set. She could do without the bottom half, but the shirt looked nice. Perhaps Arya would like the bottom half to wear to bed. Picking them up, she knew they would fit her and her friend without even needing to check. They would be rather loose on either of them, but they would fit well enough and she could always alter them using her powers if required.
Now she just needed to find a scarf…
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 29.November.2012, 11:30 PM | Message # 96 |
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| Arya was impressed with the size of the shop. Somehow she was expecting something much smaller because, well, she had never really seen any stores that were this large. Glancing up at the staircase, she wondered what all was up there. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Ílima’s fingers brushing against hers. The touch instantly brought to mind the recent encounter with Jasper only moments ago. Blushing, she felt embarrassed and somewhat guilty. Not understanding why she felt this way, she tried to push her thoughts aside, taking her friend’s hand and deciding not to say anything to her about what Jasper had done. It was just an innocent kiss on the cheek after all, so why should she feel so bad? It was just silly for her to feel so conflicted about something so unimportant.
Taking note of the shopkeeper’s presence, she looked at her with interest. She seemed friendly enough, but a bit tired perhaps. It was kind of late to be open she supposed. Listening to the woman’s explanation of the shop’s layout, she looked around the first floor, noting all of the books. There were so many. She wondered what they were all about. Reading had never been a hobby of hers necessarily, but she did enjoy reading travel books and things of that nature as they could teach her about far away places that she would probably never be able to visit. Although, perhaps now she would have the chance to do things like that, with her friend by her side. Looking up again, she wondered what kinds of clothes the shop had for sale. Apparently it had things for men and women. Was this the kind of place Jasper brought his clothes? Maybe not, since he didn’t come inside with them. When the woman mentioned lingerie, Arya quickly looked in her direction. What exactly did she mean by lingerie? She knew what the word meant, and she had some idea of the kinds of things that were considered that, but she wondered if she just meant underwear. Further confused, she really didn’t understand what she meant by talking about couples coming in late. The only thing more confusing than that was her apology. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at Ílima to see if she was following this, but all she saw was that her friend was blushing beneath her scarf. Was it something embarrassing?
Maybe her mind wasn’t working properly because she was tired, but Arya was having a hard time focusing on what was going on. Every time she started to think about something, her thoughts returned to the incident with Jasper. As the shopkeeper explained the store would be closing soon, she turned to look back over her shoulder to see what Jasper was doing outside. A bit surprised, she saw that he looked like he was smoking. She hadn’t ever smoked before and she didn’t really understand why people did it. Was it fun? Maybe she would ask him…Hearing Ílima speak, she looked back at her to listen to her words. It was nice to hear her voice again. A small smile spread across her lips. Apparently she wanted to buy something. Feeling her arm move as Ílima started walking, she moved with her friend, heading up the stairs. Silently, she followed the Elf, curious to see what she would do. She was very interested in seeing what she decided to buy. Did she have something specific in mind? And what kind of scarf would she choose? Arya had to admit that she was glad to know that her scarf would be back in her possession. She didn’t mistrust her friend, it wasn’t that, it was just that she felt comforted by having it with her.
As they walked, it seemed like Ílima knew exactly where to go, bypassing all of the racks and heading straight for a wall of clothes. Once they were closer, she could see that these were all pajamas. That made sense. Letting go of her friend’s hand, she figured she would want both of them to look at the clothes and she didn’t want to be in her way. She wanted to look at things too, but she was too interested in seeing what Ílima choose. Keeping her curious eyes focused on the items that the Elf looked at, she watched as she picked up a white set. She seemed pleased with this selection, but what about it did she like? Was it the color? “Is white your favorite?” She thought it might be, considering how much of it she seemed to wear. Looking around now, Arya saw many other colors that caught her eye, thinking that she would pick something more vibrant for herself, but that her friend did look really nice in white. Although, she would surely look good in anything she wore. “Do you…think I should get something too?” She found herself feeling very insecure about this suddenly. She had nothing to sleep in. She had been sleeping in her other form the last few nights before meeting Ílima, but before that, when she was still at her old home, she had slept naked. That was obviously not an option, especially if they ended up sharing a bed. She could just sleep in her shirt, that would probably be okay, but what did Ílima think? She felt quite certain that she wanted to wear something that her friend would like.
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Jasper opted to wait outside while the girls did their shopping. He had a few reasons for this decision. First of all, and most importantly, he wanted a smoke. He had wanted to smoke after playing with the waitress earlier, but he didn’t have the opportunity. Reaching into his vest pocket, he felt his fingers brush against his glasses. Moving passed those, he found the small metal tobacco case in the shape of rectangle. Pulling it out, he opened it up to find two rolled cigarettes, thin, long, and white, a small amount of lose tobacco and some spare wrappers. He was glad he didn’t have to roll one right now because he didn’t know how much time he would have before the girls returned. Taking one of the cigarettes, he closed the case and returned it to his pocket, feeling around once more to find his box of matches. With these in hand, he opened the box, took out a match and ran it against the box to light it. Succeeding, he held the small fire up to the cigarette, which he had placed in his mouth. Inhaling as he lit the cigarette, he dropped the match on the ground just as it was about to burn his fingers. After inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and slowly exhaled, causing smoke to flow out of the mouth.
Enjoying the vanilla flavored tobacco, he leaned up against the window of the shop and looked inside. Frowning, he saw the second reason he chose to stay outside. That woman was such a bore. While Jasper had originally seen her as a possible partner, she seemed intent on resisting him for reasons he couldn’t understand. She wasn’t that attractive, he had only approached her because her body was decent and she was there when others were not. It was her loss, and he no longer had an interest in her because of her bad attitude. She really wasn’t cute at all. Noting the way she glanced at him, he returned the look wholeheartedly. If she disliked him that was fine because he felt the same way towards her. He was slightly concerned that she might say something to the girls, but she at least tended to stay out of his business. In return, he happily ignored her, with the exception of the occasional flirting in order to remind her of what she was missing.
Holding the cigarette between his two fingers as he smoked, taking out of his mouth when he needed to flick the ashes away, he turned his attention to the cute things inside. His amber eyes caught sight of the girls holding hands. They really must be close. It was a rather adorable image, the two innocent girls, hands clasped, all alone in their travels. Once again his mind questioned the possibility of the two playing together. Were they intimate? He would love to know the answer to that question. Unfortunately, he could only continue to watch them for a moment, as they quickly headed up stairs and out of his sight. That was a shame, but he assumed they were in a hurry because the shop was probably closing soon. With them gone, he had nothing else to look at, not wanting to look at the shopkeeper, so he turned his back against the window and waited, smoking quietly.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 30.November.2012, 7:00 AM | Message # 97 |
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| Ílima was feeling rather happier now that they were alone together in the store. Her friend’s hand felt good in her own, the other’s warm fingers lacing with her own. She knew they almost looked like two children who were friends, their hands linked as they stood there. The scarf probably made her look even more childish. If it were not for their obviously grown bodies, it would be easy to mistake them for naive girls who had never seen the world. The Elf knew she was pretty ignorant of a lot of things due to her upbringing, but when it came to social encounters she was very much used to the nicest and the nastiest things that happened during such times. Her main weakness was how easily she could get flustered unless she got angry -- she hated getting angry so it did not happen very often.
The top floor was really quiet, only her and her friend present. She could feel that she was dragging the Cynanthrope behind her. It was not her intention to do so, but it appeared that Arya wanted to let her move ahead as their hands parted. She was not particularly interested in any of the other clothing here, or at least not tonight, but she was happy if her friend wanted to explore and perhaps try a few things out. A small blush touched her cheeks at the thought of being in the small fitting room with her friend, squished together and forced to move about each other to get anything done.
Blinking as Arya asked her a question, she smiled and nodded. “Yes. I do not know why I like it, but I do. At home, I sometimes wore other colours if I was made to or expected to because of various traditions.” She frowned. “My people are very very traditional and so I had to comply sometimes.” Sighing, she pushed some hair out of her face, her violet eyes brightening a little as she found her friend’s red gold gaze. “This is my favourite dress so that’s why I wear it. I guess I should maybe get a little adventurous if I settle down, but I couldn’t drag around a big wardrobe with me.” Laughing a little, she could feel her eyes moving down to look at Arya’s lips. They looked so soft and inviting. She wondered if the dog girl wanted a kiss at the moment -- she seemed distracted.
Ílima smiled at her friend’s second question. “Oh if you see anything you like then get it. I can pay for it. Money isn’t a problem. I can cover our costs easily.” She held up the pyjama set. “I just wanted a shirt but they don’t have any separate shirts. If you like, you can have the trousers.” Her cheeks grew hot. “I don’t like them. I usually only wear dresses. I dunno if you would like them but better than waste them.” Glancing behind her friend, her violet eyes found a red lacy lingerie set with a thong and push-up bra. Blushing furiously, the girl looked away and bit her lip, trying to forget the image of her friend wearing what she had just seen. It appeared that the shopkeeper had not been joking about the sorts of things on offer on this floor.
“So what do you want to get?” asked the Elf girl curiously, deciding to concentrate on talking to help her forget about the image in her head. “I figure we’d wait until the bigger shops were open to really clothes shopping. I just wanted to find this and a scarf since this is a travelling shop they probably have scarves.” Sure enough, her eyes spied a wrack on the wall next to the stairs with scarves, hats and gloves. She spotted a long red one, a little broader than her friends and nowhere near as good quality but it would do -- Ílima intended to convert all her garments to Elvish fabric once they returned to the inn.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 30.November.2012, 5:31 PM | Message # 98 |
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| Arya found that her mind was a bit distracted as she looked around at the clothing the store had. She was wondering if she should look for something for herself, while also thinking about what Ílima would choose. On top of that, she couldn’t seem to shake the memory of what Jasper had said to her…and done to her. She had felt more secure in her decision that it was just a friendly gesture, nothing more, until she saw her friend again. Somehow, when she saw her, and she thought it how she had reacted to Jasper’s kiss, she felt guilty and unsure of herself. Had she done something wrong? Was Jasper crossing the line by doing that to her? And he had said he did it because he liked her. Originally, she assumed that he meant as a friend, but now she wasn’t so sure. It was a bit irritating that she couldn’t shake these thoughts. Feeling annoyed, she tried to redirect her focus elsewhere.
It helped when her friend answered her question. Listening to her explanation, Arya smiled softly, thinking it was cute that she always felt herself drawn to white. She didn’t think it was so great that she was forced to wear things she didn’t like at times, feeling that she could relate to that sentiment, as she wasn’t allowed to choose her clothes freely until recently. As Ílima told her more, she felt her curiosity growing. What kind of things did she have to wear for these traditions? And what were the traditions exactly? She wanted to know everything, but it was obvious that the Elf wasn’t fond of these things, so she thought it best not to make her talk about it for now. Maybe some other time. She planned on spending a lot of time with her friend from now on, so they would have plenty of opportunities to talk about these sorts of things. The thought made her happy and grateful that they would be together from now on. She really saw no reason why they shouldn’t remain friends for as long as possible. She hoped Ílima felt the same way. When she mentioned settling down and becoming more adventurous with her wardrobe she felt herself smiling brighter, liking that thought quite a bit. It would be fun to see her in other things, although she did like her dress. It suited her, or so she thought.
For a moment, Arya thought she noticed her friend paying particular attention to her lips, but as she continued talking soon after, she wasn’t sure if she was just imagining it. Either way, she felt her face flush slightly, as the thought made her feel she wanted to kiss her. She hoped they would have a chance to kiss again soon. At the mention of money, her expression revealed that she hadn’t really thought about how much these things would cost. Were these clothes expensive? She had some money with her, but not much. Was it really okay to let her friend pay? She wondered if Ílima had a lot of money, or if she had some other way of paying for things. “Um, are you sure you don’t mind?” She wanted to make sure that she really didn’t mind. It would be nice to buy a top of some sort to go with the bottoms that her friend wasn’t planning on using. Looking at them, she thought they would fit okay and be comfortable, but more than she was used to wearing while sleeping. Perhaps Ílima offered the bottoms to her because she wanted her to be more modest, like she had said before. A cute top would be good though.
Looking around, she wondered what kind of top would be good. Her friend had chosen something cute, but she wasn’t sure what she wanted for herself. She did notice that everything seemed to come as a set, so she would have to take the bottoms too. Well, she could just focus on the top, and the bottoms would just be a bonus. She definitely wanted to try on whatever she picked, just to make sure it looked good on her. She also wanted to know what Ílima thought of her choice. Knowing they didn’t have much time, she scanned her options quickly, noticing a lot of cute things that drew her interest. It might be hard to decide, but she didn’t want to take too long. Moving forward, she touched a couple of things, feeling the fabric as she tried to imagine how she would look each item. Arya felt a little uncomfortable with some of the options, some were too revealing, and some seemed to cover practically nothing at all. On the other hand, some items seemed a little boring for her. She wanted something interesting. Spotting a cute set hanging up, she moved towards it with interest. The top looked comfortable and she could imagine herself sleeping in it. The bottoms were, well they weren’t much of anything, as they were just panties. Imagining herself wearing them, she felt like it might be a bit embarrassing, as she was used to her current ones that were more like boy shorts. Still, she really liked the top.
Turning to face her friend, she wanted her opinion. “I think I like this set…but I’m not sure which color would be best for me. What do you think?” Taking a few of the options of the rack, she held up four colors for her friend to choose from. They were each in the size she thought appropriate for her, so whichever color Ílima picked she would try on. There was light pink, red, chocolate, and black. She thought they were all okay, but she wanted Ílima to pick. Arya was actually a little nervous as she held the options up for her friend to see. What if she didn’t like any of them? Maybe should wouldn’t like the design at all. But, she found that she didn’t have to worry about that, as she pointed at the chocolate one without saying anything negative about her choice. Smiling, she felt really happy to be trying something on that her friend approved her. Putting back the other colors, she went straight to the small changing room, grabbing Ílima’s hand to take her with her. She wanted her to see what the top looked like on, to get her opinion.
Pulling her friend into the cubicle of a room, she closed the door behind them, feeling immediately how small the room was. Blushing, she let go of Ílima’s hand, only to feel that even though they weren’t holding hands they were still touching because of the lack of space. Turning around she faced a full-length mirror that was hanging on the wall. It was a bit startling to be faced with herself at such a close distance, but when she glimpsed the red of her scarf just barely showing behind her she smiled. It was nice to know that her friend was there, even if she couldn’t really see her because her own reflection took up much of the mirror. “I hope you’re not too crowded, but I want to know what you think…and I don’t really want to go outside of the room to show you…” She was thinking of the shopkeeper who might see her, and she felt too self-conscious about showing too much of her body, following Ílima’s advice to her. “I’ll try on the bottoms from your set too.” She thought this would be easier than the ones that came with her set, and she was a little unsure of wearing those anyway.
Not wanting to waste any time, she quickly took slid her skirt down her legs, pulling it off and letting it rest on the floor. It was easier than bending down to pick it up, with the lack of space. She left her stockings on, as the bottoms looked big enough to easily go over them without looking strange, and she didn’t want to take the time to undress completely. They rested comfortably just level with her panties, not showing them, which was good. Moving on, she took her top off, hanging her bag on a small hook that was provided for the person’s belongings. She put her top there as well. Looking at her bra, she wondered if she should keep it on. It seemed like the top was meant to be worn without a bra, and she wanted to see what it looked like properly. Glancing at her friend, she felt her face heat up at the thought of taking off her bra with Ílima so close, but she figured she wouldn’t look anyway. There was just enough space to allow her to reach behind her and unclasp the bra without accidently knocking into her friend. Slipping the straps off, she hung the bra on the hook with her other things.
Unable to look anywhere else, Arya found herself confronted with her body in the mirror. It was a bit strange to see herself on display like this, it made her wonder for pretty much the first time whether or not she was attractive. What did people think of her? Blushing at the thought, she wondered what Ílima thought. Looking at her breasts, they seemed okay to her. There weren’t very large, but they had a nice cupped shape, and they were perky, which she thought was good. Realizing that she was standing so close to her friend to easily touch her, she felt a tingling sensation as her pinkish-tan nipples hardened slightly. Feeling embarrassed at seeing this reaction, she quickly pulled the camisole over her exposed breasts. Taking hold of the soft fabric of the bottoms, she pulled them up without delay, feeling better to not be so exposed. She had never felt so nervous about being naked, it was very strange. She spent a great deal of time naked, considering the state she was in after transforming, but now she was too aware of herself it seemed. Taking the time now to look at how the outfit fit her, she thought it was good actually. The camisole was soft and comfortable, and she liked the lace. It was a cropped camisole, so it only covered her partially, stopping just above her belly button, but it looked good in her opinion. Turning around to face her friend, she looked at her with a smile. “What do you think? Is it okay?” She really wanted Ílima to like it. As her nipples were still a bit hard, they poked through the mesh fabric of the camisole, serving as a reminder that she had just been topless.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 30.November.2012, 7:41 PM | Message # 99 |
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| Ílima nodded as Arya questioned her about money. In truth, she felt a little guilty since she would be creating money with magic but, until she had the chance to make things to trade, it was the quickest and easier way to do things. Amongst her kind, it was impossible to create money. No matter how well you did, items altered with magic always had a signature that could be seen if you had the gift to see magic – all Elves had that particular gift. She knew humans did not have that gift but she still felt a little bad. The money would be perfectly legitimate, but there was always the fear that too much created money would ruin countries so she could try to keep it to a minimum. When they were settled down, she would get to work on making things that could be sold for human money and then there would be no issue with paying for things – she knew they would sell.
As Arya silently moved on to find something she liked the look of, the Elf girl followed behind her. Noticing her looking at pyjamas also, a slight smile touched her lips. “You don’t have to worry about the bottoms. I just offered them because I don’t want them and I wondered if you might. If you find something you would rather wear then I would be fine with that. I could always use the material to make something else you would like and find comfortable.” She had a number of ideas of what she could do with it but they could discuss that if the time ever came. Right now, she was just happy to be spending more time with the Cynanthrope doing something she had never really experienced before. She had never had a friend to go shopping with her. Before they had always come to her due to her position, but it was rather nice to be able to just browse clothing alone without it being shown to you by someone desperate for you to give them your patronage. It was mostly that reason she had elected to have her own clothing custom made – she did not regret it at all, and it appeared that her friend liked what she had come up with too.
The Elf girl watched as the other girl finally found something she liked. She noted the slight embarrassment when she realised the bottoms were bikini panties – a little more revealing that her boyshorts but nothing compared to Ílima’s undergarments. It rather amused her considering how free the dog girl was with her body normally. Was she starting to rub off on her or something?
“I think the chocolate colour suits you best,” said Ílima right away. “Either that or black. I don’t think pink is for you.” She giggled. “I don’t know about red.” She pictured red fur, her cheeks becoming a similar colour at the thought. “It could work for you.” The girl laughed to try to help dispel her discomfort. “After all, your other form is all red.” Smiling, she was pleased to see Arya chose the dark brown set – brown looked great on her.
She could feel her heart beating a little quickly at her friend’s bright smile. It seemed she liked having Ílima’s approval for her actions. The Elf saw it as another funny reminder about the dog side of her friend. She did not see herself as Arya’s master, but it was still funny how her friend always wanted to make the green-haired girl happy.
Looking down as their hands were once again linked, she laced their fingers together and smiled brightly. Her violet eyes shimmered with joy as she let herself be pulled along. The Cynanthrope’s enthusiasm was infections, making her heart beat quickly and her chest tighten with anticipation. She never wanted to lose this feeling. Ílima would stay by Arya’s side as long as she could, even to the point that her friend grew old and died if they remained together that long.
The Elf had expected the cubicle to be small, but it was much smaller than even she had imagined. When their hands parted, their bodies were still brushing together with even the slightest movement. She tried to move slightly to the side to give her friend more room to manoeuvre but it really did not accomplish anything apart from having her front brush against the other girl’s surprisingly perky backside. Feeling herself growing hot again, she swallowed and licked her lips, trying to keep her body under control as best she could.
“I’m okay. We’ve been squeezed into a tight space like this before,” she said with a little laugh. The last time such a predicament had led to their first kiss. What would happen to them in this situation? Would there be another first? She blushed at the thought but pushed it away. She was worked up enough without thinking about things like that. Her emotions were all over the place when it came to Arya. The Elf could not understand her attraction, or how it was even possible, but she could not lie to herself and say it was not there. She was attracted to the Cynanthrope and the dog girl was attracted to her in return. It was making things new and exciting for them, but she hoped they would be able to stay a little more calm.
Her eyes fell as the girl dropped her skirt, admiring the way her boyshorts hugged her buttocks and the pleasing amount of leg on display. She had never noticed before how good her friend’s figure really looked. Blushing gently, she felt a little ashamed for looking Arya over like that, but it was hard to stop now that they had crossed a few bridges together. The pyjama bottoms fitted nicely on the girl’s narrow waist, complementing her figure while also maintaining a nice sense of modesty. She nodded in approval, hoping that her friend noticed the movement despite her taller form taking up most of the mirror the point she could barely see anything but her friend’s back and little glimpses of her face.
The Elf girl had not expected Arya to start taking off her bra when it happened. Blushing brightly, she tried to turn away but the space was too narrow. She opted to close her eyes, but for some reason they refused to move. Her violet gaze followed the other’s hands as she expertly unhooked the black garment, sliding it off her upper body and hanging it up. She could not see her friend completely topless from this angle, but the hanging up movement had given her quite a nice view of the side of one of the Cynanthrope’s breasts. It was not particularly large, as she had noticed before, but it was perky and very nicely shaped. The tips were thankfully hidden, but she could not help but feel a mixture of arousal and shame at what she had seen. Biting her lip, she managed to keep herself calm long enough for the girl to slip on the chocolate coloured garment.
“You looked amazing,” she said honestly, liking how the girl’s stomach and back were exposed. She really wanted to touch the skin on display there right now, but she resisted.
A yell from downstairs informed them that it was time to bring their purchases down or leave. Disappointed they did not have more time, Ílima tugged down the scarf enough to reveal her lips and plant a tender kiss on her friend’s inviting mouth. Smiling, she pulled away and put the scarf back into place. “I’ll let you get dressed,” she said, hanging up her pyjama shirt. “Could you put the bottoms on the hanger with my shirt before you come out.” Stepping out from behind the curtain, she felt a blast of cold air and shivered despite herself. The Elf girl had not realised how hot it had gotten in such a small confined space.
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| Syngey | Date: Saturday, 01.December.2012, 6:30 PM | Message # 100 |
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| Arya was glad that she was able to try on something for her friend to see, and she really hoped that she would like her choice. She wasn’t really sure how she would react if the Elf told her the top didn’t really suit her, or that she wasn’t that fond of it. The thought was a little unsettling, but she would rather her friend be honest with her than let her wear something that she didn’t think was cute. Maybe it was silly to think that way, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted Ílima to think that she looked cute. When she had looked at her reflection in the mirror, Arya thought the top was cute, but she really wasn’t sure. The bottoms were easier to make a decision on, as they were fairly common. She liked the material, so she could imagine herself wearing them when trying to relax or sleep. But Ílima had said she could make something else out of them. She had forgotten that the Elf had that skill. It was pretty amazing to think that her friend could take the fabric from these bottoms and make something different. She thought they were fine they way they were now, but it was still fun to imagine what she could do with them. In fact, she wondered if Ílima planned on doing something to alter the shirt she had chosen for herself. Maybe she wanted to alter it somehow? Well, either way, she was sure it would be cute. Ílima always looked cute.
Ílima just seemed to have really good taste. Even the color she chose for her seemed perfect. She really wasn’t able to pick between them, but her friend was able to say which color would look best right away. She did like the chocolate color too, and she thought it looked nice with her skin tone. The light pink probably wouldn’t have looked quite right, Ílima was right about that. She seemed to think the bottoms looked good on her, so that was a good start, but what she really wanted to know about was the top. Did it look right? Was it cute? Hearing her friend’s words, a smile spread across her lips. She was so glad that she liked it. Watching her friend’s face, she wondered what exactly she liked about the shirt. She wanted to know what she was thinking. She noticed that the Elf’s face looked a little flushed, making her wonder about that as well.
Getting lost in her thoughts, Arya noted that her friend looked very cute in these cramped quarters. The scarf really complimented her face and made her violet eyes stand out even more than they already did. Thinking about the Elf’s eyes made her remember the comment Jasper made about her own eyes. He had said they were alluring. What did he mean by that anyway? Besides, compared to Ílima, her eyes were nothing special. She thought her friend’s eyes were much better. Would he say the same thing to her if he got the chance? That thought didn’t please here, but she didn’t get much time to think about it. Startled by the sudden sound of the shopkeeper yelling at them, she looked at her friend with a smile. They should probably get going then. Parting her lips to speak, Arya was surprised by the kiss her friend gave her before leaving the room. It seemed she was being taken by surprise a lot lately. The Elf left so fast that she didn’t even have a chance to respond. The kiss was nice though.
Taking the camisole off, she put it back on the hanger, stopping for a moment to look at the panties it came with. It would be a shame not to wear them, so she planned on trying them on once they got back to their room for the night. She wasn’t sure they would look good on her, but it was worth trying. Topless, she didn’t linger to look at her reflection this time, knowing that she shouldn’t waste time. Putting her bra and tank top back on, she then took off the bottoms and folded them in half before setting them aside. Pulling her skirt back on, she made sure to check that it was on properly and not showing her panties. She didn’t want to expose herself by accident. Before leaving the room, she checked her hair in the mirror just long enough to fix some of the strands that had been messed up while dressing and undressing. With the new clothes in hand, she left the room to find Ílima waiting for her. They should pay for these things now and go so the woman wouldn’t have to wait on them any longer. She didn’t want to be rude. “Thanks for your help. I’m glad you think the top suits me. I think it’s cute.”
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